Page 34 of Broken Lines

“Got the local's that scared of you?”

I resist urge to smirk. She’s got balls, this one.

“Which means you either stole, bought, or borrowed a boat to get here yourself. And judging by your appearance—”

“What the fuck is wrong with my appearance?” she snaps.

“Judging by thestateof your appearance. Like the fact that you’re fucking…wet.”

I growl that last word thickly, letting it linger in the air between us. And I relish the way her neck blooms with redness.

“So, now it's your turn.”

She stares at me with confusion.

“My turn for what, exactly?”

“To answer the fucking question,” I growl through gritted teeth. “Did you or did you not forget how to boat in the eight minutes you were standing here before.”

She looks away, her teeth chewing on her lip. Slowly, my eyes settle on her, and my mouth thins.

“Well?”

“My boat…”

She clears her throat roughly, twice, turning to stare out at nothingness, just to avoid my prying gaze.

“My boat…”

I laughed coldly.

“You lost the boat, didn't you.”

She whirls back to me, her eyes narrowing.

“I didn’tloseit.”

“Is it in your pocket?”

She glares at me.

“Is it where you left it?”

“The tide came in and took it away, okay!?” She hisses, shaking her head and glaring at me, her lips twisting.

That look really,reallyneeds to stop making my cock so hard.

“And exactly how is this my fucking problem?”

She frowns. “It's not your problem. I’m just relaying the information.”

“And what precisely should I do with this information?”

She sighs heavily.

“Could I just use your phone?”

I smile. This should be good.

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