Chance shared his knowledge and adventures with Claire as they sat in the dinghy on the lagoon.
“Are you sure about this?’ Claire asked as she looked at the little space they shared on the small boat.
“About what? Have you never been in a canoe?”
“No,” she said as she shook her head.
“Now that’s frightening. The first time my father took me in that thing I almost died,” he laughed. “Especially after it collapsed.”
“I’m a good swimmer, but that doesn’t mean I want to be stuck underwater with this thing over me,” Claire laughed. “So if you’re trying to frighten me, it won’t work.”
“I won’t let you drown, Claire,” he grinned. “Even if my life depended on it.”
Hearing him say her name for the first time, she felt warm and fuzzy inside as she recorded his words and played them over and over again in her mind. “You’d better not,” she exclaimed and looked down into the water.
From where he sat across from her, Chance watched Claire stare at the water below them and put her hand over the side of the boat to comb the water as it moved. They could see the sand at the bottom, and the small fish that raced along. He watched her as she focused on taking in all the sights around her like a child might. Gosh, she was beautiful, and all he wanted to do was pull her to him and kiss her, but he didn’t want to spook her. It had taken him far too long to gain her attention to lose it by doing something stupid.
They spent the rest of the morning and mid-afternoon on the water; by the time they got back to the bay and resort, Claire was red all over.
“Did I do that to you?” Chance blushed as he touched her parched skin.
“Not unless you instructed the sun to shine,” she said and smiled. “Don’t worry about it; it will be fine after I shower and cool off. I should have applied sunscreen.”
“We are still on for dinner, right?” he asked as he stopped in front of her door, wishing she would invite him in, but he knew it was too early in the game. They hadn’t kissed yet, and from what he had already learned about Claire, there was no way she would get closer to him that night than she already had.
“Dinner? Did we agree to that?” she asked as she grinned and opened her door.
“Yes, dinner,” Chance said. “You said yes.”
“I never did, but yes, I’d love to go to dinner with you,” she said before disappearing into her room and closing the door. Then she braced against the door and inhaled deeply. She had only been leaning on the door for a moment when she heard a knock.
CHAPTER 11
“Claire?” Amy called from outside. Claire opened the door for her friend. “Was that Chance I just saw leaving?”
“Leaving?” Claire asked. “He wasn’t in here.”
“You know what I mean,” Amy pressed and folded her arms over her chest. “Well?”
“We were just out on the bay. Satisfied? I need to go shower,” she said as she headed to the shower.
“No.” Amy followed her into the bathroom. “What happened?”
“What normally happens on a bay,” Claire shot back. “He rented a boat and we went out into the water. Is that exciting enough for you? Stop looking for a story here.”
“Well, stop writing one,” the girl grinned. “For so long you have ignored him as I forced myself onto him, and now you expect me to sit back and miss all the gossip?”
“There is nothing to tell,” Claire said as she turned the water on.
“Really?” Amy said in disbelief.
“Okay, we have dinner plans later, if you must know.”
Amy squealed and clapped her hands. “So, are you going to wear the emerald he gave you?”
“I wasn’t planning on it,” Claire said.
“Can I see it?”
“Yes, if you’ll leave me in peace. It’s somewhere on the dresser,” she told Amy. A few seconds later Claire heard a scream and Amy rushing back into the bathroom. “Is this it?”
Claire pulled the shower curtain back and looked at the emerald. “The one and only. Please hand me a towel.”
Amy handed her a towel. “You should wear it tonight.”
Claire toweled herself off and stuck her head out of the shower curtain. “Really? Are you serious?”
“Yes. It’ll show him you’re interested.” Claire grunted and walked back to the room. Amy followed closely behind. “What are you wearing?”
“Have you always been this annoying?” Claire asked as she patted her hair dry.
“Have you always gone out with a billionaire? This isn’t your everyday occurrence.”
“I don’t about his money,” Claire said. “I don’t want anyone’s money.”
“Maybe, but you have to admit it’s nice to date a really rich guy,” Amy said.
“I don’t know. I haven’t dated one,” Claire replied.
“Anyway, when you do start dating him, you’ll be in his company and certain things will be expected of you,” Amy said.
“Certain things will be expected?” Claire asked. “What is that supposed to mean? Are you saying that because I am not a billionaire I don’t have proper social etiquette?”