Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Ronan’s chest heaves with a sigh. “He had it coming.”
“Don’t doubt it.” Frank scratches his chin, his assessing gaze drifting over Ronan as if re-evaluating an old, scrappy car that he’s previously deemed unfixable. “So what now? You fired?”
“Probably. But it’s okay. I’m gonna be a tiki captain and live in one of the trailers.” Ronan winks at me.
Frank’s eyes light up. “Does that mean I don’t have to do it anymore?”
I chuckle. “Don’t worry, I’m back on tomorrow afternoon.”
“Good, ’cause I can’t stand those people.”
“You mean the tourists who support the Sea Witch?”
“Yeah, them. You know what the idiot did today? Tried to take the wheel from me. Said I wasn’t goin’ fast enough.”
Ronan whistles. “Ballsy.”
“Right?” Frank snorts. “Take over from me.”
“And so what did you do? Told him politely that it’s against protocol, right?” I ask.
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I did. Talked to him nicely. If he says I threatened to dangle him over the water, he’s lying.”
I frown at Frank’s back as he washes his hands in the sink.
Ronan’s shoulders shake with silent laughter as he mouths “King Kong.”
“Oh, by the way, a woman dropped off a résumé this afternoon to apply for the job.”
“Is she hirable?”
“I only skimmed it. She has boating experience. Didn’t see chronic pot smoker listed, but I’ll let you come to your own conclusions.”
I hope this one works out. “I’d love another female captain.”
“Figured. I told her you’d call her first thing in the morning.”
“Thanks, Frank.”
“Uh-huh. Night.” He nods to Ronan and then strolls away. A moment later, the front door clicks.
“Well, he didn’t threaten to rip my arms off and beat me with them,” Ronan murmurs.
“No, that’s special for Cody. But I think Frank’s warming up to you,” I say through a yawn. The excitement from the day must be catching up to me because I’m suddenly exhausted.
Ronan reclaims his position between my legs, only long enough to lift me off the counter by the back of my thighs. His lips are on mine again, this time in a gentler manner, almost reverent.
I rope my arms around Ronan’s neck as he carries me down the hall.
“Which room?”
There are only two. “Left.”
He pushes the door open blindly, using the hallway light to find a path to my bed, setting me down on the edge of the mattress.
My hands instantly go for his belt buckle, unfastening it with fumbling fingers that move on to his zipper. I have it halfway down when a deep male voice calling out “who’s your daddy” suddenly fills my bedroom.
“Is that your phone?” I ask with a laugh.
Ronan groans. “Yeah. Connor was fucking around, and he programmed that for Wolf’s number. I haven’t changed it yet.”
“So, Henry Wolf is messaging you right now.”
“Give me a sec. Might as well get this over with.” He digs through the pocket of his slouching pants.
“You think he’s actually going to fire you over text?”
“No, but …” Ronan’s brow furrows as he reads his screen.
“What is it? What did he say?”
“He’s reminding me that tee-off is at 7:00 a.m. sharp.”
“So you’re not fired, then?”
“Not yet.”
Even after he punched Henry in the eye? In front of a room full of people? I didn’t think Henry Wolf’s ego would be able to handle that. But maybe that means he realizes how out of line he was. “What did he do? Or say?” I ask.
Ronan seems deep in thought for another moment before tossing his phone on my nightstand. “It doesn’t matter.”
I sense his mood souring again, and I’m desperate to keep him here with me. I smooth my palm over the thin cotton material of his briefs, reveling in the hard length waiting for me. At least Henry Wolf didn’t kill that. Yet.
I steal a glance up to find Ronan watching me with a smirk.
“What?”
“Remember when you insisted we weren’t doing this tonight?”
Given we already have, it’s a moot point, but if he wants to bring that up … “Oh, gosh, that’s right. Thank you for reminding me.” I abandon my fondling and flop back on my bed, rolling and scooting until my head reaches my pillow. “You know how to let yourself out. Good night.”
His deep chuckle grates through my body as he turns on my bedside lamp and then backtracks to shut my bedroom door with one hand while his other works on the buttons of his dress shirt.
I admire the well-honed torso peeking out from beneath, the muscle rippling across his abdomen and padding his chest. “You know, you don’t have to wait for him to fire you. You could always quit.”
“And work for you?”
“Yeah. You’d be so good for business,” I muse as he saunters back, peeling the shirt off and tossing it on the floor.
“Why is that?”
“Your personality.”
He laughs as he kicks off his shoes and then yanks off his socks.