“I’m sorry, but it’s company policy.” The friendly middle-aged man behind the counter at the cell-phone store blinked at her. He reminded her a little of a frog with over-round eyes and an equally round face. The fact that his shirt was the color of algae probably didn’t help. His name badge read Steve. She didn’t like Steve at the moment. “But I told you, I’ve lost my ID.” Not exactly true, but close enough. “There must be an exception to the rule,” David said, resting a hand on her arm. “People lose their wallets and phones all the time. You don’t refuse to replace them all, so what’s the catch?” “No catch.” Steve pointed to the sign over the back counter. “It’s our policy.” “Hold on,” Bonnnie said. “If I requested a new phone online they wouldn’t need my ID to mail it to me, would they?” Steve blinked again as if the thought hadn’t occurred to him. “I suppose they wouldn’t.” “So we can just approach it that way,” David clarified. “Can’t do it.” Steve pointed behind him again
She found herself speculating how Prince Marcus might have reacted had he gone through the same past couple of hours with her. Surely it would have been much different. It was more confirmation that she’d made the right choice by not marrying him. She went to her bank’s website and attempted to log into her account. Denied. She tried again, more carefully this time. Denied. “What the…?” She typed slowly, repeating the letters to herself as she… Denied. “What’s wrong?” David leaned over. “It’s not letting me in. And now I’ve tried too many times from an unrecognized computer.” She sagged back in her chair. “I’m locked out.” Which meant trying to get on from an app on David’s phone wasn’t going to work, either. “Okay. So you can finally stop worrying about this paying-me issue and we can move on? The only reason I wanted you to do this was because of the phone anyways.” “Back to square one.” Darn it! Roadblocks everywhere she turned. “I guess I’ll just have to wait until we get to
“She just wants attention,” Bonnie said quietly. “My goodness, you are beautiful. Look at those feathers. You’re like a flying rain-bow.” “Senor Dave’s regular! Squawk.” Bonnie giggled and now David felt his cheeks heat. “That’s just obnoxious. Go away, bird.” “Stop it,” Bonnie ordered, stretching up higher and managing to stroke a finger down Duchess’s chest. “You aren’t a duchess, are you? You’re a queen.” “Queen Duchess! Pretty bird Queen. Four, three, two, one, pulse, pulse, pulse.” “Great. A workout with our lunch.” David offered Flora a mouthed apology when she returned with their drinks and the guacamole. Flora merely shook her head and laughed, her knee-length blue skirt bustling around her legs as she disappeared back into the cantina. “You going to wash your hands after that?” David asked when Bonnie took her seat again. “I guess I should.” Bonnie winced. “Be back in a second.” She darted off to the bathroom. “Duchess Queen! Squawk!” A flap of wings and a burst o
“I can understand why you miss her so much.” David said. He understood her better now. He understood why she wanted to leave… figure out herself. There was something freeing about impulse, something life-affirming. “She’d have liked you,” Bonnie confirmed. “You’re very roll-with-the punches, much like she was. And your taste in boats?” She gave him a thumbs-up. “Glad to have been of assistance. So what was the plan for after the wedding? I mean… if you had gone through with it” “To live happily-ever-after.” She toasted him with her bottle, but he didn’t miss the sarcastic smirk. “Take over his late mother’s role on various charity boards. Throw parties for his clients and business associates.” “Sounds…fun?” “It might have been, although I doubt it. But as my father reminded me, it wasn’t like I had a career or anything to worry about. Marcus was a safe bet. Or at least I thought he was. I didn't want to agree at first but my father kinda talked me into it… and I know that I shoul
She took a deep breath and tilted her head to stare up at the cloudless sky. “How much we give up of ourselves trying to impress or please someone whose opinion, it turns out, doesn’t really matter.” David didn’t think he’d ever heard a sadder statement in his life. “Go back to when you started college. If you’d had a choice, any choice. What would you have done?” “I’d probably still do the business angle, but with a side of something more creative like event planning or maybe interior design. Not that high-end, don’t-touch-it-or-even-breathe-on-it decor, but real-life design that works with people’s lives. Our home, mine and Grams, was always that. A home. I never worried about spilling something or getting the floors dirty. Sounds pretty silly, huh?” “No.” He shook his head, mildly impressed. “It doesn’t sound silly at all.” Flora reappeared with their bill and took away their plates. A few minutes later they were off to find Bonnie some new clothes at the only discount store i
He could try to believe that all he wanted was for the real world not to interfere, but it would. Reality was exactly what was waiting for them once she went back home. He reached for his cold coffee, checked his gauges. It looked like it was clear sailing ahead, straight through to High Tide Harbor. And that, David tried to convince himself, was most definitely good news. Bonnie left the bow of the ship and went to her favorite spot below the wheelhouse. Sitting down, she scanned through the photos she’d been taking, deleting and tweaking them. It was a small task, but big enough to keep her from focusing on what she’d be dealing with once they docked in High Tide Harbor… and she was excited about it. “Squawk! Guaca-mooleeee!” Bonnie yelped and shot up in her seat. The phone toppled out of her hand and clanged onto the deck. She swung her legs down and, shielding her eyes, searched the boat. There, on the wheelhouse railing, was Duchess, perched in all her festooned, parroted gl
“Double negatives always fascinate me,” he murmured and dipped his head. She let out a sound—a gasp? A moan? She couldn’t be sure until he stopped a breath away from the kiss he promised. His smile widened, those tiny crinkles in the corners of his eyes appearing as he slid one of his hands around her waist. He pulled her close. His mouth brushed hers; a touch so light she wondered if she’d imagined it. In that moment, every cell in her body surged to life. The feel of his warm skin beneath her fingertips left her longing for more as his lips drank her in. Until now, kisses like this had been relegated to the books she read, the movies she watched. The kind of kiss that ignited a woman’s blood and had her craving more from the man in her arms. His mouth was as perfect on hers as it was when he spoke to her; filled with humor and laughter and quiet intensity that demanded a response. There wasn’t a part of her that wasn’t filled with thoughts of David Stewart. “Squawk! Nice flat
“What are you—?” Clearly, she created brain fog for him because it took a beat to understand what she was doing. When her shorts hit the deck and she kicked off her shoes, he couldn’t do anything but stand back and watch as she stepped up to the edge of the boat and, after a quick wave and grin at him, dived over the side. She disappeared into the depths like a mermaid. He moved closer, heart in his throat, until he saw her surface a few feet away from Blue Blood. She slicked back her hair and bobbed to the surface, a contented smile on her face. “It’s glorious in here!” With the calm water and the clear sky, he could hear her without trouble. “I couldn’t stand being cooped up on that boat for another second.” David grinned. He’d never been seduced into stopping his boat before. She swam effortlessly until she twisted, tucked and dived back under. When she popped up again, she was reaching for the ladder at the side of the boat. “Are you coming in or not?” “Not sure I can beat t