The Bosun: A Military Romance (Love is Blind Book 3) by Harlow Layne (e reader pdf best .txt) 📗

man in uniform? Whatever it was, I’d take him over food any day of the week.

Remy broke eye contact with me so he could speak to the rest of the table. “Let us know whatever we can do for you to make your stay on the Seas the Day more pleasant.”

Was sleeping with the guests part of making the trip more satisfying?

“Oh, we most definitely will,” Zelda purred, her eyes on Scout. The poor guy. I saw his smile falter for a moment before he put it back into place. I didn’t blame him. I wouldn’t want to be on Zelda’s radar either. She screamed man-eater.

One by one, the stewardesses appeared, balancing three plates on their arms. I had no idea how they did that. I was always grateful when carrying my own food to not drop it, let alone have three plates to have to keep steady.

With a grace I’d never know, they set our plates down in front of us. It didn’t go unnoticed the way Ophelia’s eyes narrowed, and her nostrils flared when she set Remy’s plate down in front of him.

Ophelia moved off to the side and announced. “Tonight, the chef wanted to give you a taste of Spain, so for the main course, we have paella with seasonal vegetables. Enjoy.”

One whiff of the food and I had to close my eyes. It smelled absolutely heavenly. My stomach rumbled at the aroma. I wasn’t sure how I was going to be able to eat without looking like I’d been starved for a week straight.

“Oh my god,” Zelda moaned as she took her first bite. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I might steal your chef, and after tasting this Paella, I’m going to offer him to come back to the States with us and cook for me every night. I don’t even care if I gain a hundred pounds. It would be worth it.”

The Captain smiled, and his eyes crinkled at the corners. It lit his entire face, making him seem more youthful. “You’d leave me without a chef?” he asked, his tone light.

Zelda tapped her index finger to her chin for a moment. “I guess I could let you have him until the end of the season. I’m not a heartless bitch.”

The Captain laughed and then took a drink of his water. “We’d very much appreciate it if you left us our chef until the end of the season. It would be next to impossible for us to find another one that’s as good as Dean in the middle of a season.”

If the chef was smart, he’d stay working on the boat and stay far away from Zelda. I couldn’t imagine working for her demanding ass.

A smirk came across her face. “I’m still going to offer him a job before we depart.”

Scarlett jumped in her seat and shouted as she pointed. “Is that a dolphin?”

All heads turned to see if there was a dolphin swimming by our boat.

“Or a shark?” Reagan’s face paled.

Pen tensed beside me. “Are there sharks in the water?”

“There are sharks pretty much everywhere there’s water,” Owen said.

“Well, I’m not getting in the water ever again,” Pen stated. I knew it was a lie because she loved being in the water and was in it every chance she got.

“If we weren’t stuck at the dock tomorrow, I’d bet you’d be in it tomorrow,” Reagan said while still looking out into the water.

“I don’t see anything,” I finally added. The sky had turned into a darker shade of pink with it reflecting off the water, making it the perfect sunset dinner. I only wished there were a few less people here. Okay, who was I kidding? In an ideal world, it would only be Remy and me, and not a table full of half-friends and his crew.

Pen stood and pulled me over to the railing with her. “I want to see a damn dolphin. It will be the highlight of the day.”

I could think of something else that would be the highlight of my day, night, and week. Hell, it might be the highlight of the year if Remy knew what he was doing, and I got a chance to be alone with him tonight.

6

Remy

“I can’t believe Captain told them we’d pretty much be their manservants for the day,” Scout groaned. “What do you think they’ll have us do?”

Internally I groaned at the thought. “With these ladies?” He nodded for me to continue. “A whole lot of stuff we don’t want to do. I think we’ll be getting off lucky if we only have to escort them around town.”

“We should have slept in then,” he said before taking a sip of his coffee.

“You know that couldn’t happen.” Looking over my own cup of coffee, I spoke. “Maybe you’ll get lucky, and they won’t request you.”

Scout and I both knew that wouldn’t be the case, though. It would be Owen who’d be working with the Captain today. While the women seemed to like him just fine, they didn’t flirt with him the way they did with us.

Setting his cup down, he sighed. “I’m sure O will be pushing for them to get off the boat at some point.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” My jaw tensed, remembering last night. It was like Ophelia had a sixth sense about her and knew I was going to hook up with Stella. She was around every corner last night cleaning and pretending to do whatever to keep us away from each other. If it wasn’t O, then it was Stella’s friends.

At around two in the morning, I gave up trying to find some alone time with Stella. Now that I thought about it, maybe she changed her mind and told them to keep me at bay.

Scout stood with his plate in hand. “Well, if you don’t need me, I’m going to hide out in my room until they request our presence.”

“Enjoy, beating off,” I laughed at the scowl he sent my way. It wasn’t uncommon for Owen to walk