The one that made him want to strip away all her inhibitions and make her deepest, darkest desires come true.
“But those crab cakes do look pretty tasty. I think I’ll go get some for myself.”
Garrett wanted to offer theirs up to her, but something told him he needed to go slow with her.
“Maybe I’ll see you around this week.” He did his best to sound casual.
Her growing smile gave him hope. “Maybe. It was nice to meet you both.”
“Nice meeting you.” Colt’s words were barely audible due to his crab-filled mouth.
Garrett shook his head but smiled. “It was nice to meet you, too, Avery.”
With a slight tip of her head, Avery turned away and headed for the food cart line. Garrett’s gaze followed her the entire way.
“Wow.” Colt swallowed another bite. “She’s totally—”
“Off limits.”
His brother arched a brow. “You callin’ dibs?”
“She’s a human being, asshole.” Garrett reached for a crab cake. “I’m not calling fucking dibs. I’m just saying you’ve got an entire ship full of women to choose from.”
“So basically…I need to choose someone else?”
“Exactly.”
Colt chuckled then began to cough as some of the bite he’d just taken went down the wrong pipe. It would’ve been funny as hell if Garrett wasn’t still completely enthralled with the angel in the floppy hat.
It made no sense for him to warn his brother away from her. Hell, he’d just met the woman. In no way, shape, or form did he have the right to call dibs or anything else where she was concerned.
But if he did, Garrett knew…
Avery Webb would be mine.
Chapter 4
Avery leaned on the door behind her and blew out a breath. She’d done it. She was on a cruise ship. By herself. And she didn’t totally hate it.
You should probably check your phone for a breaking news alert because hell has most definitely frozen over.
The internal thought made her smile. Not only did Avery not hate it here…she’d actuallyenjoyedher time up on the main deck.
The frozen Miami Vice concoction had been to die for. The sweet combination of coconuts and strawberries was one she already planned to consume again. As an added bonus, the alcohol had helped to ease her anxiety levels a bit.
Of course, the smokin’ hot man in the white shirt had raised her heartrate to alarming levels.
Even now, as flashes of Garrett Morgan’s gorgeous face filled her mind’s eye, Avery felt her insides tingle and flutter. The man was hands down the most gorgeous male specimen she’d ever laid eyes on.
Standing at least a foot taller than her five-three frame, the intriguing man had towered over her. Something she found both intimidating and sexy.
His light brown hair was shorter on the sides and back than it was on top. Streaks of natural highlights had glimmered in the sunlight, and Avery had found herself itching to touch it.
Even now, just thinking about the possibility made her cheeks feel hot and flushed.
Still leaning against her door, Avery pictured Garrett’s strong jaw and kissable lips. And then there was his voice.
Not once in all her twenty-eight years had she heard such a deep, sultry voice like the one coming from the man she’d just met.