Romance on the Edge 01 - Hooked

sexual escapades covert benefited them both.
    At least until fishing season was over. Then everything changed.
    He grabbed a fresh uniform, trying to compartmentalize what had happened between them last night, and this morning. Panic ate at him over the reality of the situation he’d put them in. He tugged on his shirt and buttoned it up. He could be a father. The thought had his fingers pausing on the buttons. He’d had every intention of pulling out of her hot, silken body before he’d lost the ability to do so.
    He yanked on his pants. So much for good intentions. What had he been thinking? Whenever he was around her, his objective got screwy. What made him think he could hold onto his control when everything showed him control was something he didn’t possess around Sonya Savonski?

    Sonya finished eating a Snickers bar, and washed it down with a Mountain Dew for breakfast. As breakfasts went, it wasn’t one for champions but seemed to do the trick for morning-afters. She propped her feet on the console, crossing her legs at the ankles and leaned back in the captain’s chair. Looking out of the windows of the Double Dippin’, she scanned the area for Wes and Peter. The sooner they got here the sooner she could cast off and sail away from the Calypso docked a few boats east of hers.
    She grabbed a couple Chips Ahoys trying to silence the gnawing in her stomach. She could eat until she weighed as much as her boat and that gnawing wouldn’t be satisfied.
    Damn Garrett for giving her a night of sex that she’d never forget. Especially, if the result of their hot night ended up producing a child . Her throat went dry and she almost choked on the bite of cookie she swallowed. She reached for the can of soda.
    What would she do if she were pregnant? Would she be able to keep her job at the high school? Could a woman in this day and age be fired for being an unwed mother? How would she care for a child? Daycare might be a necessary choice she’d have to consider, but she could also teach private music lessons at home. She’d been asked by parents before. It would definitely open her options to be a stay-at-home mom, like hers had been. Money was an issue, always had been before. If she were going to have a baby, money would become paramount. As well as insurance. She’d need medical insurance, which meant she had to keep her job.
    “Ahoy there, Double Dippin’ !” Peter hollered.
    Sonya jumped at the shout, but was grateful for the interruption of her wandering thoughts. Peter and Wes climbed down the ladder to the deck. Finally they could get away from here, away from Garrett, and hopefully distance would quiet her drifting mind. She straightened when Aidan came into view, dropping to the deck behind Wes and Peter.
    What was he doing here?
    She exited the pilot house and met her crew on deck, her gaze centered on Aidan. He looked…good. His dark hair blew softly around a face sporting a shiner he must have received from their escapade last night. It gave him a rakish appearance that complimented the beard shadowing his jaw from not shaving since fishing had started. While most men would look unkempt, on Aidan it lent him an air of debauchery that was very appealing.
    “Hey, Sonya, I invited Aidan along.” Peter slapped Aidan on the back. “Time he knew what drifting was all about. Besides,” Peter rubbed his hands together, “with all the fish we’re going to catch today, we could use the extra crew.”
    Boy, did she ever need to have a talk with her little brother. Aidan’s eyes narrowed as she took her time in answering.
    “I decided I needed to see what all the hubbub was about.” Aidan gazed at her with those warm brown eyes and his head cocked to the side. “What do you say? Show me the ropes?”
    “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
    “Of course, it is,” Peter joined in. “Come on, Sonya, you two can brawl together, but not fish together? What kind of example is that?” Peter beamed with a knowing smile.
    “He’s got you there,” Wes piped in with a chuckle, pulling on bibs and exchanging his tennis shoes for boots after boarding the boat.
    Asking for Aidan’s help yesterday had probably crossed a line that she shouldn’t have, looking at it in the brighter light of day, but to kick him off her boat now that he was here would be rude. Besides, she did want Aidan to understand the decisions she’d made. If only he had been open to understanding her last summer.
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