Gift of Fire
“She realized that her ankle wasn’t nearly as sore as it had been that morning. “And where did you learn to drive a boat, anyway?” “You don’t drive a boat, Verity, you pilot it. And I don’t remember where I learned. You work enough waterfront dives on enough islands and sooner or later you get the urge to learn how to get off the island alone, should the occasion arise. A simple safety precaution.” Jonas finished making the lines fast and reached into the stern for his bulging duffel bag.
Verity wrinkled her nose. “Did you ever have to leave on the lam?” “Not that I can recall,” he retorted dryly. “I told you, learning to use a boat was just a safety precaution.” “Like learning to use a knife, I suppose?” Jonas grimaced as he heaved the heavy duffel out of the launch. He didn’t bother to respond to her last remark. “Hell, Verity, what have you got in here? ‘Don’t worry,’ you said, ‘there’s no need to bring two bags, there’s plenty of room in your duffel for my nightie and blow drye...r.’ Where did you come up with a ninety-pound blow dryer?” “Quit complaining.MoreLess
Verity wrinkled her nose. “Did you ever have to leave on the lam?” “Not that I can recall,” he retorted dryly. “I told you, learning to use a boat was just a safety precaution.” “Like learning to use a knife, I suppose?” Jonas grimaced as he heaved the heavy duffel out of the launch. He didn’t bother to respond to her last remark. “Hell, Verity, what have you got in here? ‘Don’t worry,’ you said, ‘there’s no need to bring two bags, there’s plenty of room in your duffel for my nightie and blow drye...r.’ Where did you come up with a ninety-pound blow dryer?” “Quit complaining.MoreLess
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