Saskia stood and reached her arms overhead in a catlike stretch. “I need to have yarn dyed this exact color.” “You want to stop now?” The sea was always calmer on the northeastern edge of the island. He was anxious to make the turn and let Lola do what she did best. She took off her sunglasses and set them on the bench. The golden flecks in her blue eyes seemed to glow. “I need some exercise. Do you have any snorkeling gear on board?” He nodded and motioned below decks. “Should be in the tall cabinet in the bow. The head’s to starboard, and quarters are aft.” She moved past him as she made her way to the stairs, her shoulder brushing his ever so slightly. Heat flushed through him, as if the sun had decided to jump the temperature ten degrees in a single second. She stepped down, then turned to look up at him. “Maybe after my swim, you’ll let me take the helm for a while.” He shrugged, but had no intention of letting anyone else pilot Lola. Even Dutch hadn’t touched the wheel, but he knew better than to ask.
