Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“Hi.” She smiled. “Do you need a refill?”
Sail handed her the tall red, plastic cup. “I had to leave it alone.” He grimaced.
Galvin took it from him, dumped the contents into the sink and then set the empty cup in the gray bin. She took a fresh cup from the shelf, filled it with ice, and then held it under the nozzle for Coke.
“Did you order food?”
Sail shook his head.
“Everything okay?” she asked as she set his Coke in front of him. “Training go well?”
He reached for her hand, linking his fingers between hers briefly. He would respect the no PDA while inside the diner, but he still wanted her to know he cared.
“Everything’s great and training went really well. Tomorrow morning I’m going to race Crew. I guess he’s better than I was at his age.”
Galvin rested her hip against the counter. “If one wanted to watch, where would they go?”
His smile stretched across his lips. “The easiest would be to go out on one of the boats, but since you haven’t done that yet . . .” Sail leaned close. “I really want to be the first one to take you out on the water.” He winked and sat back on the stool. “I could show you where you’ll be able to watch.”
“I’d like that.”
“Which part?”
“All of it.”
Sail fist pumped in the air. “As soon as the competition is over, we’re going sailing.”
She nodded and then looked at the door when it opened. Sail knew it was his father by the way Galvin righted herself and moved away from the counter. He shook his head. The fear she had when his father was even mentioned drove Sail batty.
Jack passed by Sail, patted him on the shoulder and went right to Galvin. “How are you?”
“I’m good,” she told him, although the confident woman Sail had the pleasure of being with seemed to shrink inside herself.
“Did Sail invite you over tonight?”
Galvin looked at Sail, with sheer terror in her eyes. He shook his head. “Haven’t had a chance to mention tonight.”
Jack laughed, as if he was completely unaware of how scared Galvin was of him. “I dug out some old photos of your dad and me. I can’t wait to show you. See you later.” He sidestepped and went into the back and barked out, “Penny, my office.”
Sail smirked and took a drink of his Coke.
“What the hell?” she asked through gritted teeth.
“Sorry, I didn’t have time to mention it,” he said in defense. “Dad wants us to come over and hang out. Super informal. Caroline will be there.”
“And dinner on Sunday?”
Sail nodded and reached for her hand. “If you come over, I’ll show you my bedroom.”
Galvin rolled her eyes. “I’m not going into your bedroom.”
“Why not?” he winked. “You’d be the first girl I ever allowed in there besides family.”
Galvin eyed him warily. “I’m starting to think you didn’t have any girlfriends growing up.”
Sail shrugged. “I did, but I rarely brought them home to hang with my parents. What about you? Did you bring boys home to watch football with your dad?”
Galvin leaned as close as she could to Sail. “Yes, and at halftime we played our own game.”
Sail cleared his throat and muttered, “You’re evil and I am so taking you upstairs to my room.”
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Galvin paced in her studio. The space was small, making the back-and-forth trips from the kitchen to the living room short. She’d showered, did her hair and make-up, and then changed her clothes a million and one times. It didn’t matter what she put on, nothing seemed right. Her jeans were too tight, her shirt not flattering. This dinner was beyond the scope of meeting someone’s parents or trying to make a good first impression. They were her bosses, and she was doing the no-no with their son.
When she finally found the right shirt, to complement her jeans, Caroline’s more than perfect outfit from the night before popped into her mind. That was one of the first things she noticed after meeting her—her attire was Rodeo Drive rich—with the second being how stunning she was. It wasn’t even the pregnancy glow. Dune’s fiancée was drop dead gorgeous. And she made Galvin feel a bit like a freak show.
Her clothing consisted of a few sundresses, shorts, tanks, jeans, yoga pants, and the must have bulky sweatshirts to go with copious amounts of T-shirts. She’d never been the dress up type but had always admired women who did it on a daily basis.
Diego’s—the restaurant they’d gone too—definitely didn’t require a Chanel bag and Gucci sunglasses. Galvin didn’t think Caroline cared one iota, which was how she wanted to feel. Yet, the thought of hanging out with Sail’s family tonight made her nerves feel like they were on fire, and no matter what she did, nothing would extinguish the flames.