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tilts his head, hinting at a kiss as he leans closer.

I retreat an inch. “Does your dad know that it’s ours for the night?”

He hesitates. “I don’t want to answer that.” I laugh as our lips graze. “Legally and for your safety, I should probably keep you in the dark...”

Fair enough.

“Come on,” I say, letting go of him to stroll up to the boat.

“I thought we were having a pleasant moment there,” he says.

I gather my skirts as I search for a way to step onto it. “Whatever, dude. Boat! Let’s go!”

Drew hops ahead of me and steps onto the back edge. He turns, looks at me with that gorgeous grin, and extends his hand.

“All aboard,” he says.

Dimples for days.

Chapter 36

Heidi

We ride away from shore with Drew at the helm. He looks as confident as a man can be whilst steering a small yacht which only highlights the fact that his upbringing was very, very different from mine.

Still, my heart swells as I watch him work. He fiddles with dials and turns knobs and adjusts the wheel, and all I can do is sit here in this giant leather chair by his side and look pretty.

Drew glances away from his controls to gaze at me. His eyes travel the length of my grey dress and he smiles.

Obviously, I’m doing my job as well as he is.

Once I convince myself it’s safe to walk around on a giant moving boat, I stand up slowly and take a few short paces toward the open doorway of the helm. The cockpit stretches outward into a small sitting area that wraps around the entire top section of the deck. Beneath the seats, according to Drew and his quick tour a few minutes ago, are several coolers stocked with food and drinks for our night out on the water. I can only imagine the shenanigans Drew and Seth and the other bad boys of Delta Xi have gotten into on this thing — especially if they had their boat rights confiscated by the Glenn Rose himself.

I turn around again, curious to see how far away from shore we’ve gone. The Chicago skyline is bright, but small, and getting smaller by the minute. We’re at least a dozen miles out, I’d guess. We’re all alone here. Truly isolated. My heart skips twice at the possibilities. No Jenna interruptions. No frat brothers. No brothers, period.

We can just be... us.

“What?” Drew asks.

I look at him. “What?” I repeat.

“You’re smiling.”

I chuckle, overwhelmed. “I don’t know what to even say.” I scan the dark, seemingly endless horizon. “This is beautiful, Drew.”

Again, he admires my dress. “Yes, it is,” he says, suave as ever.

I abandon him with a roll of the eyes and a hidden smile and step out on to the deck again. Another few minutes pass before Drew brings the boat to a slow stop. I wait as he sets the anchor, still marveled that he knows all about... however the hell you operate a small yacht.

When he returns to me, he opens the cooler on the seat beside me. There’s a bottle of champagne inside, hidden within a mound of ice.

“Oh, fancy,” I say.

He retrieves two flutes from the galley. “It’s a fancy boat,” he says.

“And I’m wearing a fancy dress!” I say as I swing my skirt a little.

Drew laughs as he tilts the bottle away and expertly keeps hold of the cork as he twists. I lean back, expecting it to fly off, but the bottle opens with a light fuzz sound instead.

“Wow,” I say, impressed. “Not even one drop lost.”

“Pet peeve of my mom’s,” he says as he pours our glasses. “She hates it when people do that.”

“Well, duh. Fun is for poor people,” I joke.

He snickers as he hands me a glass. “True.”

I raise it and wait for him to set the bottle down. He turns to me with his glass in hand, the strings of light reflected in his perfect eyes as he gazes back.

“You want to make a toast?” he asks.

I bite my lip in thought, but only for a second. “To learning new life skills,” I say.

“Like jump-starting cars?”

“Or opening champagne bottles.”

“I like it,” he says with a nod. “It’s a classic for a reason.”

We tap our flutes together and take a slow sip. Bubbles rush through me, igniting the heat in my cheeks as I just can’t stop smiling.

Drew hums as if he forgot something. “Hold on,” he says as he hops back into the helm.

I stand still, filling my