Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Davin looked away, his lips turning up slightly. What did you know, he felt giddy.
“Thank you. I can pay you part of their fee for the class for your time.”
“No need,” she said waving off his offer. “No one should feel scared and while I may not understand what they went through, if they would feel more comfortable with me than you, I am happy to help like I said.”
Out of the blue he compared her to Adele and realized how different they were. Not that I’m looking for anything else. Or anything at all.
“I appreciate it. Should I leave a message for you on the boat?”
She dug into her pocket and pulled out a card. With an easy motion, she removed a pen as well and scrawled on the back. “Nonsense. My numbers, just leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.” Neha stopped, her plump lips flattened for a moment. “There is one request I have if I do this.”
There it comes. He halted as well, taking note of the passersby who watched them without trying to make it obvious.
“I would prefer to keep my name out of this. I know they do a lot of things for publicity and how we are giving back, but I do not need the crazy show that follows me to affect anyone else’s life if I can help it. So, no cameras, and no media.”
Yeah, he was fucking shocked.
“Deal.” He held out his hand.
Lieutenant Kirk hesitated for a moment before she placed her smaller one in his. He was impressed with her strength and grip.
“I’ll be in touch as soon as I know some dates.”
“Yes sir.” She straightened and gave him another salute. He was slow to return it because he knew she would be leaving the moment she received it. And he was right. A perfect spin and she strode away, her legs covering a lot of ground at a high rate of speed.
He forced himself to walk away and not stare after her.
Chapter 2
Neha laughed with her friends and toasted Cindy before drinking more of her Blue Hawaii. She wasn’t a huge drinker but damn did she love her fruity cocktails. Her lips twitched.
“Hold up,” Sugar said, pointing at her. “She gave a private grin. Girl, spill. What’s going on between those ears of yours?”
Damn him and his eagle eyes. “Nothing, I was just thinking about how I love my fruity cocktails.”
Cindy sucked the liquid off the straw from her drink, garnering looks from many men around them. Women too. She blinked her blue eyes and inched forward, the slight move jiggling her large rack. Cindy’s blonde hair was done in a double herringbone that draped over her shoulder and worked wonders with the skintight blue dress she wore.
“Whose cock are you thinking about?”
“How did you get there from fruity cocktail?”
“Duh, the word cock. How did you think I got there?” She beckoned with her fingers. “Come on. Dish. Is he here? Does he have a big one?”
Neha pointed at Sugar’s tan face. “This is on you. Get your girl. Her drunk ass is on you tonight, man.”
He blinked his disgustingly long lashes and blew her a kiss. His Asian heritage obvious but damn the man was beautiful. “Fine, but we still want to know about who’s cock you’re thinking about.”
“Nuns,” she muttered. “I need nuns and monks as friends.”
“You need to tell us about this cock,” Cindy blurted out. Loudly. If it wasn’t just her looks that drew attention, it was now her quite liberal and loud use of the word cock.
“Who’s talking about cocks before I got back with another round?” Renny slid in beside her at the table and distributed all their refills. She gazed at them all then pinned Neha. “Spill.”
Renny was fucking beautiful as well. Sugar’s sister, they shared a mother but had separate fathers. Sugar’s a Caucasian military man she’d met in Japan and Renny’s was an African American pilot she met in Australia. Neither spoke to either parents but they were ride and die for one another. Personally, she loved them both. Or typically did until they ganged up on her.
“I wasn’t thinking about cock, damnit.”
“Maybe you should,” they all said as one.
“Fuck you.”
Again, it came all at once. “Not our type.”
She pushed away her empty drink and reached for the new. Once a month she allowed herself to go out with them and just let loose if they were in port. Out at sea there wasn’t the opportunity and when they were in a different port, she didn’t do this. Only where she knew and trusted the people with her. Completely.
This was that group for her.
She stumbled in her place at three in the morning and somehow managed to brush her teeth before faceplanting on her bed. Not moving until the annoying ring of her phone burst through the sleep bubble.