Maizee could listen to Lawrence talk about the sea, and lines, and boat etiquette for hours. He had a smooth, round, deep voice that vibrated in all the right places inside her body. She gripped her water bottle while he finished up, and then turned back to Kara.
“I didn’t know it was a private tour,” she said. “How much do I owe you?”
“Oh, this guy is cheap,” Kara said with a toss of her dark hair and a nonchalant wave of her hand. “Nan arranged it all, but I think it was only a couple of hundred dollars.”
Maizee nodded like that made total sense to be on this luxury sailboat with a billionaire banker as the captain. But Kara nor Nan nor anyone else knew who he was, obviously. And he wanted to keep it that way.
She liked that they had a little secret together, and her hand still buzze
