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“Sorry. I’m just surprised you’re not staying out to party with everyone.”
He shakes his head. “Nah. I need to get my beauty rest.”
A few seconds later, the elevator stops on the eight floor. We both get off and start walking toward the aft of the ship. Mary, the super travel agent, managed to get us all cabins on the same floor so we’re all in close proximity.
“Did you have fun today?” he asks as we walk.
“I did.”
“Dancing with Matt?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
I’m not sure what prompted his question, so I follow his lead.
“Did you have fun dancing with Leslie?”
“Yes.
“Good.”
We come to my cabin first, and I reach into my wristlet to get my key. Tyler stops and waits.
“Thanks for walking me home,” I say playfully.
“You’re welcome,” he says with wink.
“So, I guess I’ll see you in the morning?”
He gives me a nod. “Bright and early. I’m interested to see how you handle a Jet Ski.”
“Yes, well, prepare to be amazed,” I say confidently. I’m not sure what it is about this man that makes me feel the need to show off. It’s so annoying.
“I can’t wait,” he replies, moving closer to me. “Sweet dreams.”
He turns and saunters down the hall.
“You can stop looking at my butt,” he calls.
I scowl, but he’s right. I was totally looking at his butt.
ChapterEleven
Jet Skiing in the clear blue waters of the Caribbean is a different experience. I actually surprise myself by how daring I am—increasing my speed to keep up with everyone, doing a few fancy turns, and managing not to fall off or have a panic attack. I guess Tyler lit a fire under me, and I’ll take that to the grave. The best part is I’m having the time of my life.
“I underestimated you,” Tyler yells, coming up beside me while we wait for Erica to get back on her Jet Ski.
“I told you,” I reply confidently.
“I won’t do it again, I promise.”
The engines all start to rev, and we continue our journey through the stunning blue water. I notice that Tyler doesn’t stay too far from me throughout the remainder of the ride, and I don’t know how I feel about that. Everyone is having a great time. Leslie is completely in her element, and she looks like a pro as she jumps waves and turns the machine like it was specially made for her. Of course she makes a point of telling everyone she wakeboards, dives, and surfs—calling the ocean her second home. I might be slightly jealous of her sense of adventure.
When we return to shore, I’m both grateful and sad. Grateful to be safely on land and sad that the excursion is over. I really should do more activities like this—if only I weren’t such a chicken in my everyday life. I’m usually not a person who takes a lot of risks.
“Did you have a good time?” Caroline asks, pulling off her lifejacket.
