The mythical matchmaker must have heard her request and fired the required arrows of attraction. Zayne took her hand, steadying her as they made their way into the showboat. Little did he know, the water gently lapping the bow wasn’t throwing Roxy. Being in his company was. As they climbed the steps to the boat’s second deck, Zayne continued holding her in a sweet, possessive way, one hand over hers and one resting against the small of her back. As if they were in the middle of a stormy ocean instead of ready to sail the placid Cumberland River, his touch rocked Roxy’s emotions. Once on the next deck, she wasn’t sure where to focus her attention. Each way she turned offered a breathtaking view of downtown Nashville, each one worth a page in her scrapbook. “Zayne, this is beautiful.” She pulled him toward the closest railing. Roxy was afraid to blink, fearing her perfect night was nothing more than a perfect daydream. If she was dreaming, she hoped she never woke up. “I haven’t been on this thing for years.
