Chapter Twenty-Five One month later
Nikki
I WOKE TO THE SOUNDS of the waves splashing against the yacht. It was obvious that we were moving quickly and I hoped Nathan was steering us towards Key West. My stomach was growling and I needed to feed.
“You awake?” asked Duncan, sticking his head inside of my cabin. I wasn’t sure how he did it, but he seemed to know when I was up, even though his cabin was on the other side of the boat.
I stretched my arms. “Yeah. Who could sleep with the way Nathan drives this thing? You’d think he was on a constant race for nowhere.”
“No doubt. Thank goodness we don’t have to worry about suffering from sea-sickness. I’d never make it with that speed-demon.”
“I know what you mean. What time is it?”
He looked at his watch. “It’s ten. Nathan wants to dock
