by Tara Lynn
“There's no hard feelings.” Deacon batted aside his brother’s outstretched hand and grabbed him in a crushing hug. “You were always my brother. If you were running the company, I would have accepted it.”
Jesse grunted and patted Deacon’s back until he let go. “Let's just be grateful that's not the case.”
Deacon gazed out at the boat. He turned to me.
“That thing's awful big,” he said. “And it's not going to get us anywhere as fast as a jet. I love you, sweetheart, but it might get a little lonely out there.”
“Trey actually unleashed your cat inside,” Jesse cut in. “I imagine he can help gut any fish you manage to catch.”
I looked over excitedly for any sign of Snowflake’s tawny face. He must be in the cabin.
Deacon grabbed my head though and faced me to him. “A cat's great, but wouldn't it be nice to have a more chatty companion?”
It took a second to see where he was going. I nodded and grabbed Jesse's hand.
“Come with us,” I said. “There's more than one bedroom I think, and we won't make much noise.”
His blue eyes shone bright. “I'm flattered, really, but it's your honeymoon.”
“Ah we're always traveling,” Deacon said. “It's no big deal. Come on, we'll go down the coasts. You can pick up girls at every port. Kerry won't mind.”
I shook my head. “I'll just plug my ears and look the other way.”
But Jesse wasn't even listening. A sudden darkness had overtaken his eyes. They looked like waves crashing over rocks.
“It's ok guys,” he said. “I think I'm going to be relaxing alone for a while.”
He swooped down, kissed me on both cheeks and stalked off into the club house.
“What was that about?” I asked.
“I've never seen him like that before,” Deacon said. “Don't worry. I'll ask after.”
Deacon didn't manage to catch up with Jesse. He rode off, and soon the other guests all started to make their way out. I wanted to know what was up with my new brother, but he needed time and space. Who was I to deny anyone that?
Later, as the caterers cleaned up, Deacon and I grabbed supplies – just enough to drift down to Baja – and sneaked up onto the boat.
We stood at the stern, his arms wrapped around me, gazing out at the wide world ahead.
“Where can this thing go?” I said.
“Specs say it can run a thousand miles. So basically anywhere, sooner or later.”
I gazed out and found reason for a wicked smile. “How about there?”
The sun hadn't set completely, but a pale silver disc hung in the sky.
Deacon looked out on the moon, not smiling or frowning. His jaw thrust out, and he looked deep in thought.
“I'm kidding.” I turned and draped myself around him.
“Doesn't matter,” he said. “I'm going to give it to you, one day.”
“There's plenty you can give me right now.” I tugged his tuxedo jacket towards the tinted cabin behind us.
“Even before we leave?” he said. But he was already gripping my waist, already coming to life below.
“Before, during, after. I want to be under you every day I can.”
“That sounds like a lot of days. You sure you won't want to run away?”
I grinned and gave him a tender kiss. “I'm yours.”
“And I'm yours,” he whispered.
Hand in hand, we went into the cabin, the floors shifting softly in the waters, ready to carry us into any future we so desired.
All of them seemed fine, just so long as we were together.
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