Chapter 14
Aubrey said goodbye to Martha and promised she wouldn’t wait another eight years to come by and visit. As she walked out the door, her eyes landed on Marco sitting on one of the benches along the boardwalk. His hands were fisted together and his head was down, his black hair falling in his face.
He was in his typical Carhartt pants, t-shirt, and work boots. He must’ve just got off the boat. She looked at her watch; it was a late day for him. She didn’t know if she should go over and speak with him or give him more time.
Before she had to make a decision, he looked up, pinning her in place with his dark eyes. She swallowed down the desire that his gaze evoked inside her and waited for him to make a move. He pushed from the bench and went to her.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey yourself
