The Bosun: A Military Romance (Love is Blind Book 3) Harlow Layne (readera ebook reader TXT) 📖

tell her she could do whatever she wanted, I kept my thoughts to myself. I knew Scout and Owen would keep their mouths closed, but no matter how crazy attracted I was to Stella, I didn’t know her or her friends. All I could do was watch her walk away and remember she was going to be gone just as quickly as she came. I couldn’t let my feelings get me in trouble and fuck up my life.

Half an hour later, we arrived at the perfect spot for snorkeling. The water was clear and not too deep. Whoever stayed back would be able to see us.

Owen stepped to me as I set the anchor with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Do you want me to stay back?”

Unconsciously, my gaze went to Stella as she leaned over the side with Penelope and ran her hand through the water. “I can stay if you want.” Owen wanted to stay back, likely to smoke, and so he didn’t have to deal with the ladies. They were more than likely going to be a handful going by the shrieks.

“I’ll let you be with your lady love,” Owen said quietly but then started to crack up. While I was happy to have crew members who weren’t serious all the time, sometimes it got old. Like now.

“Don’t make it into something it’s not,” I growled.

Owen rolled his eyes and shrugged it off. “Dude, I’m just giving you shit because I’ve never seen you like this. Take advantage while we’re not on the boat and the girls aren’t around. You know if Ophelia gets word you’ve got the hots for one of the guests, she’s going to freak.”

“She was a mistake. One I don’t plan to make again and a good reminder as to why I shouldn’t fuck anyone on the boat.” My tone suggested he take it as law for himself as well.

Turning his back on the guests, he leaned close. “So maybe you can get a room tomorrow night when we’re docked.”

Of course, Owen wouldn’t take what I said seriously.

“That’s not going to happen, and you know it. We can’t stay off the boat when we have guests. What’s wrong with you?” I furrowed my brows as I looked him over. Owen was acting a little strange, and I wasn’t sure why. Did he want to dock so he could hook up? Because that so wasn’t happening.

“Nothing,” he said defensively. “Is it wrong that I like seeing you happy for once?”

I tried to decide if what he was saying was all there was to it, but I couldn’t get a read on Owen. Maybe it was just that I’d been less of a hard-ass the last two days. Whatever it was, I didn’t have time for it.

“Put the ladder down in case anyone wants to use it instead of jumping in,” I ordered. Pushing past him, I walked to where the ladies all stood with their snorkels in hand. Scout had given them out while I was listening to Owen’s bullshit.

“Are you ready?”

“More than ready,” Zelda said as she eyed Scout up and down. He’d taken off his shirt and was putting his lifejacket back on.

“Great, you can either jump in, or there’s a ladder in the back that you can take to get into the water.”

Stella looked toward the back.

“Come on, Stella, don’t be the stereotypical black woman who doesn’t want to get her hair wet. Jump in,” Reagan said in the snottiest tone I’d ever heard.

I looked to Stella at the comment. She was black? Not that I cared, but I had no idea.

“You can fuck off right now, Reagan. Don’t bring up my race ever again, or I’ll bring up what a slut you are.” Her voice was hard with what sounded like hurt in her words.

Stella stepped onto the seat, looked back at Reagan, and flipped her off before she jumped.

5

Stella

That fucking bitch. Reagan knew that I didn’t love to get my hair wet, but who the hell did? I hated spending the time washing and drying it only to then either have to straighten it or curl it. It was a waste of time. Plus, with three hot guys around, I didn’t want to look like a wet dog when I came out of the water. It had nothing to do with being black.

“Hey, are you okay?” Pen asked, panting after she made it over to me.

I’d swum a good distance from the boat and everyone on it. I hoped Reagan got the hint to stay the fuck away from me, or I might push her under and hold her there.

“Why is she trying to push my buttons?” I asked, not taking my eyes off the boat where Scarlett and Zelda looked to be chewing her out. At least, I hoped so.

“Probably because she doesn’t have any of the crew members drooling over her, and she knows she’ll never live up to your beauty.”

I loved the way Pen tried to build me up, but it was also annoying. There was no way in hell Reagan was jealous of me. She went from sugar daddy to sugar daddy to support her and her plastic surgery addiction.

Scarlett, Zelda, and Reagan turned to look our way, but they were too far for me to see the expressions on their faces. “She needs to stay the fuck away from me, or I’m either going to drown her or push her overboard.”

Pen’s hand came up out of the water and landed on my shoulder. “I agree, and if you need an accomplice or an alibi, I’m here for you.” Pen always knew what to say to get me out of my funk and to start laughing. Now was no different. We laughed and talked until our group was in the water and started to make their way toward us. “Ignore her and enjoy the day. When else are you going to be on vacation in Spain on a chartered yacht for free?”

She made