Broken Heart. Laura Browning

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      “God! No wonder Bran loves this so much,” she commented as her face lifted to the sails.

      “We’ll need to change course to reach my destination. You want to try it?”

      For a moment, he saw eagerness in her expression before it faded. “No. Maybe not this time.”

      He took over from her, sad she didn’t have the confidence to try, but encouraged by the fact her response indicated there might be a second time. “We’ll slip into a cove that’s normally pretty deserted other than a few shore birds. We can go swimming if you’d like.”

      She remained standing near him. “I’d love to.” Stacey tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear. “Thank you for this, Mason.”

      The look she gave him was almost shy. When his heart clenched, he began to realize how little they actually knew about each other. Two years ago, they’d been consumed with getting the clothes off each other so they could have sex. But lust hadn’t been enough. She had gotten engaged to someone else, and any chance they’d had to form a deeper relationship had ended.

      He’d like to get to know her better, but the feelings he still harbored for her made it difficult, because along with the passion was the pain from her rejection. She had completely blindsided him with her sudden engagement to Winchester, destroying his trust.

      He altered course and tacked toward the cove where he’d anchor. Stacey helped, doing what he asked without question. She’d stuck the baseball cap back on her head to keep her hair out of her face. As she worked, he saw the play of muscle across her arms and shoulders. Slender, she might be, but she wasn’t weak. From what Mason had heard regarding her family, they’d spent most of their summers along the coast sailing or swimming.

      They both stripped to suits once the boat was secure and went over the edge. Stacey cut through the water with the ease of someone as comfortable in the sea as on it. What amazed Mason even more as he watched her through the afternoon was how much freer she seemed, as if a heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

      As they finished lunch, he offered casually, “Let me take you out to dinner tonight. Just friends. There’s a great oyster bar not far from the naval academy.”

      “I know it. It’s been years since I’ve been there.”

      She hadn’t said no. “We could split a pitcher of beer, have some oysters…”

      “Okay.”

      Mason grinned. “Great! Why don’t you sail back and I’ll crew?”

      “Oh, I couldn’t…”

      “Yeah. You can, Stacey. You’ve got the feel of her. Sail like you would your own boat.”

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