Page 62 of Final Chance At Love (Chance At Love Duet 2)

“I wish that damn yacht would go away,” I mumbled to nobody in particular.

“That’s a pretty cool yacht,” Rick commented back. “I think it is one of the Benetti yachts. It’s probably worth more than forty million.”

“I don’t give a crap what yacht it is or how much it’s worth,” I grumbled annoyed. “It’s ruining my view.”

“Okaaay,” Rick said, chuckling wholeheartedly. “Someone is in a bad mood. I don’t want to make a pregnant lady grouchy.”

“Don’t pay attention to him,” Jonathan interrupted, smiling, trying to help the situation. “I didn’t notice you being grouchy at all.”

“Thank you, Jonathan,” I replied graciously. “At least someone knows how not to agitate the pregnant lady.”

I glared at Rick, annoyed, and he got up to go join the kids. “I think I’ll go build castles with kids,” he teased. “I don’t want to get on the shit list today.”

I rolled my eyes behind sunglasses and glanced away from him. I kept staring out at the sea as if my stare would make that damn yacht move out of my sight.

I glanced over at Jonathan to ask him whether he agreed the yacht was ruining the view. His hand reached out for my face, brushing my cheek and I quickly caught it with my hand to stop him.

“Whoa… what are you doing?” I asked him, pushing his hand away from me.

“There was a bug on your cheek,” he answered casually. “I was trying to get it off.”

“Oh,” I mumbled and put my hand on my cheek to get the bug off.

“It’s gone,” he smiled and went back to gazing over the horizon.

“Ok… thanks,” I replied awkward. Uncomfortable silence fell over us and my thoughts went back to Kristoff’s ex-wife and Jonathan, wondering about those two. He seemed so nice that I had a hard time imagining why he’d go after someone else’s wife.

As if he read my thoughts, he offered his explanation. “I never intended to seduce Jacqueline. I regretted that night ever since. Kristoff’s and my friendship was ruined because of it and it is something I sorely missed.”

“You could try to call him and explain,” I suggested. “Maybe after all these years, you two could get past it.”

I could understand how difficult it would be to lose a close friendship, thinking back to Rick and Betty.

“Maybe,” was all he mumbled, lost in his thoughts.

I smiled and got up to go sit on the towel next to Betty, leaving Jonathan to his thoughts.

I lightly tapped her on the shoulder, but she was completely out. I laid back, supporting my upper body on my elbows and continued to stare out into the sea with the damn black yacht.

I took a deep breath. I really should not feel so snippy over something so minor. I knew it was because I was tired. I slept horribly last night, dreaming about Kristoff. The dream felt so real. I could have sworn I felt his hands all over me, his cock inside of me. I craved him, he was my addiction I couldn’t get over. I woke up with my heart racing and my desire burning for him. I thought about him as I reached down my nightgown, brushing my finger lightly over my clit and I had to bite my lip to stop the moan from escaping me. I was so turned on I had to dig up my vibrator but the satisfaction wasn’t nearly the same.

My phone rang, getting me out of my thoughts.

“Hello?” I spoke into it, my voice raspy from thinking about what I did last night while thinking about Kristoff.

“Hello, Gemma,” a woman's voice greeted me. “It’s Lena, Lena Baldwin.” I froze. It was Kristoff’s mother.

“Hi there,” I replied surprised. “So nice to hear your voice.”

She chuckled. “I’m relieved to hear you say that,” she replied. “I was worried you’d hang up or not want to talk to me.”

I laughed uncomfortably. “No,” I told her. “I wouldn’t do that. How are you?”

“I’m well,” she mused. “My gang wants to see you again and thank you for letting us use your place in Croatia. We had such a great time!”

“I’m so glad,” I chuckled remembering their pictures. “And thank you for sending me pictures. They made me laugh.”

“I hope we’ll see you soon.”

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