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meet at the boat."
He threw his swim trunks on and then watched me get my own jeans and t-shirt
on. I carried my bathing suit with me as he called his driver to come pick me
up. He waited on the front porch (which was as beautiful as the back porch)
with me while the car came.
    "I'll see you there,
sweetheart," he said. Sweetheart. The name fit me well , I thought.
He kissed me on the cheek, then disappeared back in the house.

Chapter 7
    A s I entered my hotel room, the
word still rang in my head. Sweetheart. Did that mean we were a couple
now? Was this just a way to keep him in my good graces for the rest of the time
I was here at the resort? I was so confused.
    I had only brought three dresses on
this vacation. One was my bridesmaid dress, and I couldn't wear that. I had a
slutty red dress that I could use to really impress him, or...
    I picked up my favorite dress in
the world. It looked like it was out of the 1950s, like it could be in some
Marilyn Monroe film. It was light pink with warm brown dots all over it. It had
a pretty belt that went around the waist, and it flared out at the bottom. I
put it on, the fabric soft and light, perfect for a tropical evening.
    I carefully did my makeup, going
with a light, natural look. I didn't bother doing anything special with my
hair, instead just tying the long dark locks up in a simple ponytail. We were
going to be out on a boat, and I had seen enough TV to know there would be
wind.
    It didn't take me long to walk down
to the resort dock, where Robbie's yacht bobbed happily in the water. I grinned
with excitement as I saw it. Tall masts rose with graceful ropes attached like
strange streamers proclaimed it a sailing vessel rather than something with a
motor. It reminded me of an old-fashioned pirate ship, and knowing Robbie, I
wouldn't have been surprised to see a pirate flag waving from the top mast.
    Emma waved as she saw me approach,
Jack at her side and looking like he was enjoying his honeymoon. I knew Robbie
would already be on the boat, but I didn't see Owen yet. The thought that I
beat him getting ready made me giggle. I had to remember to call him a girl
later for taking so long to get pretty.
    I stepped onto the deck, carefully
picking my way to where Emma sat sipping on champagne. Jack  grinned and handed
me a glass of the bubbly liquid.
    "Where's yours?" I asked,
noticing he didn't have a drink. Jack grinned and pointed his head toward what
I assumed was where the steering wheel would be.
    "Robbie has a strict 'no
alcohol for anyone sailing' policy. Since I'm helping man the sails, nothing
but water for me."
    I nodded and glanced around the
beautiful yacht. It was smaller than I expected a billionaire's yacht to be,
but it was incredibly beautiful. Wooden decks gleamed, and from what I could
see of the interior, it was furnished as nicely as Owen's house.
    "How do you race on
this?" I asked Jack, pointing toward a series of deck chairs facing out at
the ocean. I couldn't imagine that would be very helpful in a racing situation.
    Robbie laughed coming around the
corner, his green eyes bright. "This isn't my racing yacht. This is my
Caribbean yachting yacht. I like to race in solo competitions, and this one is just
too big to handle by myself."
    My lips made an "O"
shape, as I nodded and glanced around. I knew nothing about sailing, but with
as many sails as I could see, it was easy to understand this ship would need a
crew, especially in harsh weather.
    "Solo competitions? Isn't that
dangerous?" I asked.
    Robbie shrugged. "It can be. I
just don't trust anyone else on the water but me. You should come watch me race
sometime. I think you'd enjoy it." Robbie grinned, launching into a
description of what the races were like. His eyes shone with excitement at
talking about the sport he loved. He was a different person out here on the
water. On land he was the ever drunk, screw-up younger brother with nothing to
do. Out here, he was the captain of his world, and he took it