Page 91 of Love Overboard
His hand reached for mine, rough palm sliding down my arm and over my wrist until he could wrap my hand in his own. He squeezed, his eyes sincere.
“Thank you,” he said. “For reminding me who I am.”
My heart clenched as I squeezed his hand in return.
It was only a second, a quick exchange before Finn broke contact and hustled to jump in on prep. But I stood there a long moment with that touch searing my skin, with his words surrounding me like a cozy, warm blanket on a frigid day.
I exhaled, smoothing my hands over my uniform and taking a moment to get myself together. I knew my cheeks were burning but prayed they weren’t red enough for the cameras to notice.
When I snapped back into action, I glanced toward the walk-in and found Gisella watching me from where she was juicing the cucumbers.
Her gaze narrowed.
And suddenly, the cameras were the least of my worries.
CHARTER CONFESSIONAL
CLOSE QUARTERS
SEASON 4, EPISODE 8
CHARTER 6
CAMERON DUNN: DECKHAND
PRODUCER
Six charters behind you, just three more to go. How are you feeling?
CAMERON
Been better, if I’m honest.
PRODUCER
Oh? Was this charter a particularly rough one?
CAMERON
The charter was sound. Those ladies were a laugh — easy to please, at least on deck. Can’t speak for interior. But they were mad for the water toys, loved the snorkel trip. Especially loved when Eli or I peeled our shirts off.
PRODUCER
So what’s the issue?
Cameron sighs, runs hand through hair.
CAMERON
Aye, fucked it, didn’t I? Snogging Gisella.
PRODUCER
Ah. Having regrets?
CAMERON
I was steaming. Wasn’t thinking. And now Leah won’t even glance my way, let alone speak to me.
