Page 33 of Anchored Love
“Besides, I did promise you a boyfriend.”
She didn’t miss a beat. “You did, didn’t you?”
“Mhmm…” I leaned over and pecked her lightly on the lips. “What are we going to do today, baby?”
She shivered.
There was no way I could trust myself to go back to the room with her. As badly as I wanted her, wanted to taste and tease every single inch of Everly’s body. Holding back was getting painfully hard. Literally.
“There’s a couple of shows I want to see.”
“Sounds perfect.” While that wasn’t my idea of a perfect afternoon, I’d be with her, and that was all that mattered.
Everly dragged me to a magic show. We took our seats amongst the other patrons of the ship. I took her hand, lacing my fingers through hers and hoping she wouldn’t pull away. She didn’t, to my delight. Her attention zoned in on the performers on the stage. A man dressed in the full magician garb—black tuxedo, top hat, and black cape. He even had a funny mustache that curled upward toward his nostrils on the ends. His assistant had on a sparkly silver dressed that shimmered under the stage lights.
Everly watched in wonderment as they moved through their act. The first trick of pulling a rabbit out of his hat had the audience oohing and awing, but to be fair, there were a lot of children in attendance. Her eyes were on the show, but my gaze caught on her, loving the shock and happiness she wore. All I wanted as her eyes widened while the magician dropped his cape and put on a straitjacket was to kiss her stupid. The woman had no idea how adorable I found her to be and how crazy she drove me.
“As you can see, my assistant has made sure the jacket is buckled, and I cannot move no matter how hard I try.” He grunted, turning red in the face as he shifted from side to side wiggling. “Gidget, if you’ll open the trunk.”
The redheaded woman lifted the lid on the large black trunk in the center of the stage. She held her arms out as if to sayTa-da.The magician, assisted by his helper, climbed inside. The lid closed, and everyone waited for him to make his grand escape.
The woman played it up, making surprised expressions at the audience, dropping her jaw, and gaping at the trunk with doe eyes. Personally, I hated the whole thing, but I’d endure anything if it meant I got to spend the day with Everly.
Suddenly a hand full of fake flowers appeared between our shoulders. Everly and I both glanced back to find the magician smiling at us.
She grinned and blushed.
“Beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman,” he said.
“Alright, pal. She’s taken,” I told him, half kidding.
