Page 98 of Lucky Shot
The Boys
Me
Taking the boat out tomorrow if anyone’s interested.
Trav
Hell yeah. Finally.
D-Low
I’m in.
Shep
Can I bring anything?
Me
Nah. I got it covered. Penn?
Penn
Sure. I don’t have anything else going on.
Trav
Wow, tamp back the excitement Penn.
Penn
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RUBY
“All this time you had a boat?” I ask, lifting onto my toes to kiss him.
Today I’m finally going out on the lake. Nick grins as I give him my best put-out expression. I mean seriously, I could have been sunning on this gorgeous boat for the past four weeks. I probably would have frozen my ass off, but it would have been worth it.
He huffs a laugh, scruff scraping against my skin. “I’ve been busy. There’s this girl who keeps dragging me to the rink and making me teach her sports puck stuff.”
“You could have taught me…on the boat.” A very big, very expensive-looking boat. I don’t know boat things any better than I knew hockey things when I arrived, but this one is nice. There’s a lower deck with a small living area and a bathroom.
He glances down at me, lingering on my cleavage for a beat. “Yeah. I fucked up.”
My head tips back with laughter and he uses his thumb and forefinger to hold my chin in place as he drops another kiss on my lips.
My entire body lights up. Even the most tender touch has me ready to strip down. He looks fantastic in red trunks and a white T-shirt. He has on a matching white hat that comes down low on his eyes and sunglasses hanging from his shirt. I’m looking forward to him taking his shirt off later. I’m also looking forward to talking and chilling. My brain and body are in a real situation, fighting over getting to know him and getting down with him. I want to do both on a continuous cycle.
I’m snapped out of my thoughts as Travis and Danny drop the cooler filled with beer and water onto the boat. Conrad is slathering sunscreen on his arms and chest. Even Penn looks relaxed and happy with a backward hat and sunglasses, beer already in hand. Today is going to be a good day.
“Grab a life jacket, Red,” Nick says as he pulls back.
“I know how to swim,” I tell him.
“Safety first.” He winks. “I can’t concentrate on driving if I’m worried you’re going to fall overboard.”
I mean honestly, it’s a fair concern. If anyone is going to find a way to fall out of the boat, it would be me.
