Page 94 of Wicked Dares
“Levi!”
“You’ve got it.”
“I definitely do not got it.”
He laughs outright this time, the sound carrying across the water while I glare at him.
But slowly… the panic eases.
The wheel steadies in my hands, and the movement of the yacht starts making sense little by little.
Levi looks at me again, and there’s something softer in his expression now.
“See?” he says with reflection. “Natural.”
“Okay. This isn’t too terrible.”
“Knew you’d like it.” He returns to me and steadies the wheel. “But I think that’s enough sailing lessons for now.”
I step back and watch his hands on the wheel. He makes it look so easy.
He steps back moments later and nods toward the railing. “Let’s enjoy the view for a little while.”
“Okay.”
The wind tugs through my hair as we walk over to the rail.
I hold on tight and gaze at the waves lapping against the boat.
For a while, we just stand side by side, watching the open sea. It’s the most peaceful I’ve felt in years.
Levi looks relaxed, too, in a way I don’t think I’ve seen before.
I keep stealing glances at him.
“See that?” he says, breaking the silence.
I follow his gaze, squinting against the sun as a stretch of coastline comes into view.
When we get slightly closer, I spot rocky cliffs and swaying beach grass in a secluded little cove.
“Oh, wow. Is that where we’re going?”
A smug grin tugs at his mouth. “Yup. First stop, brunch.”
“Brunch?”
“I’m cooking.”
I blink at him. “You cook?”
Levi presses a hand dramatically to his chest. “Of course. And I’m an excellent chef.”
“Really?”
“Sounds like you don’t believe me. Alright, we’ll see.”
I laugh softly. “I just can’t picture you cooking.”
