Page 15 of Sail Away with Me

“Have you met my brothers?”

Galvin shook her head.

“Really? Tidal, Crew, and Dune haven’t been into the diner?” Sail scoffed. “I find that hard to believe.”

“Why? Is it mandatory for you and your brothers to frequent the places your parents own?”

“Yes.” Sail sighed. “Okay, maybe not, but why wouldn’t we? We get to eat for free.”

“Not the other night.” Galvin pointed out. “I charged you.” It hit her then that he might tell his dad. “Am I going to lose my job because you didn’t tell me you were Jack’s son?”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Galvin stood. Her blood pressure rising faster than her breathing could regulate. “You’re going to get me fired.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You most certainly are! I need this job.”

Sail stood, towering over her as he looked down. He gripped the sides of her shoulders and gave her a little shake. His hands were firm. Strong even, but his fingers didn’t dig into her flesh. She felt oddly at peace being this close to him.

“Listen, I will not get you into trouble. The reason I didn’t say anything in the diner is because as soon as I saw you, I felt an attraction. Honestly, I figured you knew who I was because I was under the assumption my brothers had been in. We all look alike. There is no mistaking a Carter boy. When you didn’t fall at my feet, I turned the charm on.”

“That was you flirting?”

Sail exaggerated his eye roll. “Fine, I’m out of practice.”

“I don’t know whether that’s a good thing or not.”

“Probably isn’t,” he said as he dropped his hands. “Listen, I’m already in enough trouble with my dad—whenever he gets back—I’m not looking to take you down with me.”

“I appreciate that.” Galvin sat down again. Some of the unease dissipating.

“I’m sorry.” Sail sat next to her. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s fine.”

“I hate that word.”

Galvin laughed. “I think most men do, but in this case, things are really fine. I’m over it.”

“That’s good. Maybe you want to reconsider the boat ride?” he asked with a wink.

The wink caught her completely off-guard. Her swaying legs faltered in rhythm, and she had to stop and restart. She swallowed hard and shook her head because words failed her. He closed one eye. What was the big stinking deal?

Because a smirk accompanied the wink. And if she was looking for trouble, he’d be the right kind of trouble.

“I’m really a keep my feet on the land kind of gal,” she said meekly. The truth was, she had every intention of taking advantage of one of the tours.

Where there would be other people.

She wouldn’t be alone with Sail.

No, being alone would be incredibly unsmart of her.

He eyed her suspiciously. “Did you tell me where you’re from?”

“No, and I’m not sure you asked.”

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