Going Deep (Divemasters Book 2) by Jayne Rylon Read Free Book Online

I’m going to like that about you.” Miguel squeezed her hand. “I’ll be right back.”
    The soft purr of his instructions to the chef reached her. Though she couldn’t make out the words, she guessed his Brazilian accent was going to quickly become her favorite sound in the world. Maybe he would teach her some Portuguese so that she could listen to him speak more often.
    As she considered where she’d started the day and how drastically things had changed the instant she’d met Miguel, she tried not to let guilt swamp her. Knowing how much Heinrich had cared for the kid he’d been, she had a sneaky suspicion he’d approve of her finding comfort in the man’s arms. Even a temporary safe haven would be welcome at this turning point in her life.
    Heinrich had often encouraged her to find a mate. Someone like Marta had been to him.
    She closed her eyes at that, blocking out the pain that threatened to well up again as it had hundreds of times in the past week, and would thousands more in the coming years.
    Sabine wasn’t sure how long she floated there, buffeted by jets of blissful water. Long enough to doze off.
    “Hey, not quite yet.” Miguel shook her lightly when he returned. “I should have kept a closer eye on you knowing how tired you are. Jesus. Spend my life making sure tourists don’t drown and I almost let a woman go under in my fucking tub.”
    Before she could reassure him she was fine, he had stripped, making it impossible to speak.
    Instead, she beheld a living, breathing work of art finer than any she’d spotted during their trek to his cabin, or even had seen in Europe’s most famous museums, which she’d loved to visit on weekends with Marta.
    No fig leaf was going to cover allllllll of that.
    Sabine swallowed hard.
    Miguel grinned. “You drooling over this dinner or what?”
    She splashed him.
    “Hey, be nice or I won’t show you what Maria whipped up for you.” He took a long skinny tray from where he’d leaned it up against the wall, and laid it across the tub. Then he set a covered silver platter in the center. Two wineglasses followed, along with a decanter of something that smelled expensive even from several feet away.
    Two glasses?
    Yep. Miguel stepped in on the other side of their makeshift table. When his lower half disappeared below the churning water, she aimed her attention at his cut chest and abs instead. Mmm. He looked good enough to eat.
    The scent of lemon butter and fresh lobster pried her attention from his form momentarily. “Is that…?”
    “Yep.” He nodded, then unveiled the treat along with some rice pilaf, asparagus sticks, and a salad. “We caught them when we went spear fishing earlier. Dig in.”
    Sabine had already lunged for her silverware.
    The first bite tasted divine. The warm, delicious food filled her empty belly.
    “This is seriously the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.” She hummed, then took another nibble.
    “It’ll only hold that record for another twelve hours or so.” Miguel watched her lips, finally breaking his stare to glance down in the general vicinity of his cock, as if he were making the big guy a promise.
    Laughter. She couldn’t believe it was coming from her. In the midst of a crisis, she’d met a gorgeous, if crazy, man who ate lobster in a bathtub with her and cracked her up. Who was she to question the way life went sometimes?
    Instead, they made the most of a shitty-but-not-so-shitty situation. After she’d finished stuffing herself, she had no hope of extending her get-to-know-you session with Miguel, no matter how many more questions she had for the guy.
    Her eyelids grew heavy.
    Of course he noticed.
    With a single graceful motion, he stood, allowing the water to sluice from his magnificent body. He tucked the empty plates and glasses to one side then stepped out, quickly drying himself off before holding out a hand to her.
    Sabine took it, stepping over the high side of the tub. She walked into the fluffy