I stepped out onto the deck, the salty breeze teasing at my hair, but there was also Spencer's scent, that flowed around me, and I turned to look at him. He was staring out at the water, watching the ships dock, and I noticed a frown on his face.
''What's wrong?''
He looked at me and smiled, ''Nothing. I just hated watching others dock. They're coming in to fast, and at the wrong angle. It's annoying not to take over and do it for them.''
I shook my head and turned to the ships, ''How did I get two mates who love ships?''
''I like hearing you call me your mate,'' He whispered and moved closer.
''Spence!''
We turned and Phoebe rushed over, and I glared at her, I didn't like her calling him Spence. It was Spencer. How hard was it to add an extra letter when addressing him. I froze whe
