Each passenger had been given an ID card connected to their individual cruise accounts. Every time they ate or drank, their cards were scanned. Since their food and non-alcoholic drinks were included with their initial tickets, the scans were simply to keep track of selection data for the cruise line.
But they could also transfer money from their bank accounts to their cards for purchases made in the gift shops and at the ship’s many bars.
It was smart, really. Doing it this way knocked down the need for passengers to carry around a bunch of cash or their debit and credit cards. This in turn helped ward off criminal activity such as petty theft and robbery.
“That wasn’t necessary but thank you.” The woman smiled up at him.
He’d buy her as many drinks as she wanted if it meant getting to know her better.
Garrett returned her smile with one of his own. “You’re welcome.”
“Here ya go.” Shawn handed him back the card and the woman her drink.
Slipping the lanyard back over his neck, he watched as the beauty beside him took her first sip. Those mesmerizing eyes grew wide, and her entire face lit up with excitement.
“You’re right.” She took another sip and closed her eyes, moaning as she licked her lips. “That’s really good.”
Ah, fuck.Garrett’s dick began to swell behind his zipper. Thank God he was wearing baggy shorts and an untucked shirt.
Wait. Had she said something? If she had, he’d missed it. Probably because he was too busy watching the tip of her tongue peak out and run along her full, bottom lip to notice.
“Thanks again.” The woman started to walk off.
Say something, dumbass. Say. Something.
“Garrett Morgan,” he blurted his name.
His real name, notFalcon. That was only used by his teammates either behind closed doors or on a mission.
He wasn’t even sure why he’d given her his name at all, really. It wasn’t like she’d remember it after she walked away.
Another strong breeze blew past as she turned back around. Moving quickly, she shot a hand to the top of her head, barely managing to keep her hat from flying off with the wind.
“Should I know who that is?”
With anyone else, he would’ve taken the question as a sarcastic quip. But the confusion on her pretty face struck him as genuine.
“Me.” His lips twitched as he held out a hand. “I’m Garrett Morgan.”
The warmth from her sweet smile heated him from the inside out. “Avery Webb. And I’d shake your hand, but…” Her eyes motioned upward toward her hat.
“Of course.” He lowered his arm. “Wouldn’t want you losing that.”
Actually, I’d rather enjoy you losing a lot more than that hat.
“I’m not so sure.” Her cute as fuck nose scrunched up. “It was my sister’s idea. In fact, this whole trip was her idea.”
“Really?” That sure sounded familiar. “My brother talked me into coming.” Garrett pointed to Colt who was getting cozy with the woman standing behind him in line. “He’s the one flirting his a…uh…butt off.”
“I can see the resemblance.” Avery’s smile grew a tiny bit more. “That’s quite an outfit he’s wearing.”
Unable to tell if she truly liked it or was poking fun, Garrett was glad he’d chosen a white linen button-up with short sleeves and khaki shorts. Simple. Classy. And cooling in the sun’s blaring heat.
Although he had a feeling it could be snowing, and he’d still feel warm and toasty as long as Avery Webb was near.
“I don’t want to keep you from your sister,” he lied.
“You’re not. She didn’t come with me.”