Sea of Destiny – Part 15

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The children get the chance to talk to Emily and get to know her. They all seem to like her a great deal.

Once the children were occupied, Carmelita got her things and lay beside the pool for more hunk watching. Kyle and Emily took another stroll around the deck.

“There’s a dance class at ten,” Kyle told her. “Would you like to go?”

“What kind of dancing?”

“Salsa.” He did a few fancy steps, shaking his hips.

Giggling, Emily agreed. “I’ll need different shoes. I can’t dance in tennis shoes.”

“Ditto.” He was wearing flipflops. “How about we stroll down to the cabins, change footwear and find the class? I’ve got the brochure in my cabin.”

“Sounds good. Where is your cabin?”

“A few doors down from yours.”

“Really? Oh, how fun! Carmelita wasn’t upset that I kept you out half the night, was she?

“No, she thought it was great. The family has really taken a shine to you.”

“I’m glad. I like them too. You have a lovely family. I look at Mindy and I see a lot of myself there. What a darling she is.”

“Thanks. I’m pretty fond of her. She was kind of a surprise after the first two. We thought we’d had our family, but Fate had different plans.”

“Funny how that happens, isn’t it? I hope she wasn’t too big a shock.”

“She wasn’t so much a shock as a surprise. We’d thought about having more kids, but Margo had a few miscarriages.”

“I had a couple myself. That was the main reason we found the tumor. I’d had another one and went to the doctor to see what was wrong.”

“What a lousy way to find out.”

“Yes, so I had several tragedies to deal with simultaneously.”

“I’m so sorry,” Kyle said honestly. “I understand a little bit how you feel. A man can’t ever entirely understand that kind of loss….”

“But you were there to help Margo cope. She was a lucky woman.”

“Thanks. Well, this is me.” He pointed to his door. “Let me grab my shoes and the information about the class.”

“Okay.”

He opened his door, leaving it open for her. Emily stood in the doorway, looking around the room, her eyes wide.

“You can come in, Emily. I don’t mind.”

She looked around rather furtively.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.” She whispered. “Yes, fine. Sorry. It’s been awhile since I was in a strange man’s cabin. Maybe the only time, actually. The last time I was on this ship, it was my honeymoon. We stayed in this cabin.” Her eyes filled with tears as she leaned against the doorframe. “I’m so sorry. I swore I wouldn’t be this emotional. It’s just I’ve had more fun since I met you than I did my entire honeymoon.”

“That’s great—but terrible all at once. I mean, hell, you’re supposed to spend your honeymoon in bed.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Sex wasn’t all that great for me. Bob didn’t much care about my needs. God, I can’t believe I just told you that.”

“So, no multiple orgasms?” He shut the door behind them. “No screaming his name, biting the neck, that sort of thing?”

She blushed, casting her eyes away. “There was some screaming—mostly in frustration. Even after a few years, it didn’t improve and then he started fooling around on me.”

“I can’t imagine any man treating you like that. Didn’t he realize how special you are?”

She shook her head, shrugging slightly as she tried to open her door. Kyle took her key card from her, sliding it smoothly and opening the door for her.

“Not so much, I guess. He always thought I was a bit of a flake.”
“Pardon my saying this, cause I’ve never met the man, but what a douchebag. The more I hear about him, the more I want to cut his balls off and feed them to him while he bleeds to death.”

“Bizarre as this may sound, that’s one of the nicest things a man’s ever said to me. I never had anyone volunteer to fight for my honor before.”

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