Stranded With The Captain. Sharon Hartley

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      “DID YOU EVEN bother to read your contract?” Javi demanded. Maybe he sounded sharp, but his thigh ached. He’d been on his leg too long helping the charterers load their provisions, something definitely not in the captain’s job description, but he’d wanted to smooth over the rough start.

      “The contract specifies soft-sided luggage only, preferably duffel bags,” Javi said.

      “But this isn’t any bigger than Cat’s duffel,” the blonde on shore protested.

      “A cloth bag can be stuffed into a small space, but not that thing,” Javi stated. “And it can’t stay out. If we hit weather, it’ll go flying and damage the boat.”

      “Is there any solution?” Cat asked softly. “Maybe lash it to the deck somehow?”

      Javi turned to the stunning redhead beside him on deck. She was trying to be reasonable, but he wasn’t in the mood. “For safety reasons, the less on deck, the better.”

      He watched Cat exchange a look with Joan, an equally beautiful dark-haired woman. Just what he needed. Three gorgeous and spoiled women to cater to for a week. Marlin, the boat’s owner, couldn’t afford to turn down any booking, but family charters were so much easier.

      “We bought a lot of large garbage bags,” Cat said. “Maybe Deb could stuff everything inside a couple and leave the suitcase ashore.”

      Javi nodded. “That would work.”

      “Where?” Deb asked, looking around the dock.

      “I’ll ask the marina office if they can store it for a week,” Javi said. And then he realized something else. The blonde—Deb was her name—had obviously planned on putting that ridiculous suitcase on board. “Where are you ladies staying the night?” he asked. “The Marathon Motel?”

      Cat and Joan exchanged another look. Deb sat on her suitcase.

      “Well, since our food is already on board,” Joan said hesitantly, “we thought maybe we could stay with it.”

      Did you, now? “That’s an option if you arrange it ahead of time,” Javi said, struggling to hold on to his temper. “But I didn’t see that in your contract.”

      “But what would it matter?” Joan said. “We won’t be any trouble. The boat isn’t being used by anybody else.”

      Javi glared at Joan. No one but me. So this was his reward for accommodating these women. If he allowed them to sleep aboard tonight, he’d have to stay with Spree. Forget about going to the gym for one last rehab session for his leg. Why had he agreed to help Marlin?

      Because his friend was laid up in the hospital and would lose Spree—his home and livelihood—without the income from the already-booked charters. The old fool didn’t even have enough cash on hand to repay the deposits.

      “We won’t cook in the boat,” Cat said. “We’ll go out to dinner, return our rental car and be ready to leave when you are. We couldn’t get a reservation at any motel close by.”

      “Maybe we should forget the whole thing,” Debbie said, standing.

      “No. Come on, Debbie,” Joan said. “Besides, we’d lose our money.”

      “Couldn’t you bend the rules just this once?” Cat asked in her soft voice.

      Javi shot her a look, but bit back a comment, again caught by her flawless fair skin. Damn, and her eyes were a mesmerizing green. Red hair, green eyes. Must be Irish. She flushed again under his scrutiny, something she did a lot. What’s up with that?

      But the brunette was right. What did one night matter? If Marlin were here, he’d definitely give in to these three sirens.

      At least they didn’t have any special requests. Marlin claimed all they wanted was a week of R & R in paradise where they didn’t have to worry about driving home after too much drinking—and from the amount of tequila they’d brought on board they intended to do plenty of that. They planned some snorkeling, paddle boarding and quiet nights anchored in protected coves.

      Javi nodded at the blonde. “All right. Transfer your possessions into garbage bags and welcome aboard.”

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      “‘WELCOME ABOARD’?” DEBBIE MIMICKED, lifting her tequila shot off the scarred wooden table in a toast. “Captain Bligh actually said ‘Welcome aboard’ after being such a jerk.”

      “He did help us with our food,” Joan said.

      “Here’s to that,” Cat said, raising her own small glass. Following tradition, she licked salt off her hand, swallowed the liquor and bit into a tart lime. Her eyes watered, then the whole mess settled in her stomach and burned. She grinned at her friends, triumphant.

      “Whoo-hoo, Cat!” Debbie said, whirling her arm in the air. “I knew you had it in you.”

      “Anyway, we’re sleeping on board tonight,” Joan said, settling back in her hammock suspended from the high wooden ceiling. “It all worked out.”

      “I didn’t think he’d agree,” Cat said. Using her foot, she pushed her own hammock into motion, relaxing into the gentle sway.

      After transferring their luggage to Spree, Cat and her friends had returned their rental car and grabbed a taxi to Hattie’s Hammock, a restaurant with a popular bar on the water within walking distance of Spree’s marina. They planned to have dinner, a few drinks, and then make their way back to the boat.

      “He damn sure wasn’t happy,” Deb said. “I hope he’s not like that the whole week.”

      “I suspect he’ll stay as far away from us as possible,” Joan said.

      “And here’s to that,” Deb said, again raising her glass and taking the third of the three shots they’d each ordered. With a flourish, she turned the glass upside down on the table beside the other two. “We need more. I’ll get our waitress.”

      Worried Deb was imbibing too much tequila, Cat followed her friend’s progress to the crowded bar where she was immediately approached by a tanned, good-looking dude of around thirty. Cat sighed. Maybe now she was the one being a jerk. She wasn’t Deb’s mother. Inside her head she could hear Joanie telling her to loosen up already, that bad things didn’t always happen.

      Anyway, Deb appeared to be enjoying herself—the whole point of this trip.

      Deb’s new friend had brown hair, a great smile and must have had a good line, because she actually smiled back at the guy. She leaned on the bar, and they began to talk.

      “Look at that.” Cat nudged Joan, who appeared to be lost in thought as she dreamily looked out over the calm water.

      Refocusing on Deb and the guy at the bar, Joan said, “Now that’s a very good sign.”

      “Has she said anything to you about Brad?” Cat asked.

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