Sympathy softened my tone. “Rhys, if there’s a reason you find it difficult to talk about your boxing days, maybe we shouldn’t do this. I don’t want to put you in that position. Especially not with someone like Fairchild.”
He lifted his chin, his features taut. “I’m fine. There’s nothing to see here.”
“I disagree.” I gave his arm a squeeze, and he tensed at the gesture. Feeling awkward for touching him when he hadn’t invited it, I took a step back. “Something is going on with you. Is it… about your dad? Does your retirement remind you of why… of him?”
With an exasperated sigh, he stepped out into the hall. “He’s not the real reason I quit. Someone died. It wasn’t one of my matches, but I knew the guy, and it was a wake-up call. No sport is worth leaving your little brother behind with no fucking family to speak of. My career didn’t end the way I thought it would. That’s it. But”—he pushed into my personal space and I felt warm tingles between my thighs—“I can do this. There’s no getting out of this contract, Tinker Bell, so forget about it.”
He was deflecting, and I was going to let him. There was more to his story, I knew it, but I was also aware that I didn’t have his trust yet. That was fine. I could deal with that. It wasn’t as though I trusted him completely. Or that we were even about sharing personal information. Rhys wanted to keep this all business—why should I argue?
“I wasn’t attempting to get out of the contract. Unfortunately, I need you.” I made a face. “As soon as you left, Fairchild spotted a pair of breasts across the yacht he fancied more.”
Rhys snorted and slipped his hand into mine. “Then let’s go find him and show him how wrong he is.”
A spark of awareness shot up my arm. He had big, strong hands with calluses on his palms. I’d never dated a man with calluses before. They were surprisingly appealing.
Not that we were dating.
Needing to distract myself from whatever was happening to my body, I blurted out, “Did you know super yachts are bad for the environment?”
Rhys shot me an amused look. “There’s a surprise.”
“It’s true. However, last year an eco super yacht was launched in the Netherlands called the Black Pearl. The Black Pearl – you know, like from Pirates of the Caribbean. It’s got these big black DynaRig sails so it uses wind power. A true zero-emissions boat—”
“Is there a reason you’re rambling, Tink?” Rhys asked, laughter in his voice as we walked onto the upper deck.
It was annoying to consider he might be perceptive enough to know the difference between one of my rambles and when I was merely being informative. “Of course you’d consider anything related to environmental awareness as ‘rambling’”
He spun on me suddenly, forcing me back against the upper deck railing. Bracketing his hands on either side of the rails, he bent his head toward mine. Rhys frowned, as he seemed to search my face for something. “Let’s get rid of whatever stuck-up idea you got in your head about me. I might not be marching through the streets with my fucking Greenpeace sign, but I watch wildlife documentaries and I care that our selfish shit is devastating the planet’s ecosystems. Princess, I like animals more than I like people, so I definitely don’t like what we’re doing to their planet. Did you see the documentary with the walruses?” Rhys shook his head, genuine anger lighting his eyes. “I’m a grown fucking man, and I nearly bawled like a baby watching that shit.”
Rhys’s sincerity caused a tightening of attraction deep in my gut. He watched wildlife documentaries? I did bawl like a baby at the walruses and was strangely turned on that he was compassionate enough to admit to feelings on the matter.
I might have emitted a moan.
His eyebrows rose toward his hairline, and then a wicked grin flashed across his face.
Yup, I definitely emitted a moan.
If I were Hermione Granger, I could make the railing behind me disappear, thus plunging me into the waters below. A far more efficient equivalent to praying for the floor to open beneath my feet.
His eyes danced with delight. “Did I just push one of your hot buttons?”
I flushed bright red, and Rhys threw his head back in laughter. The big jerk. Narrowing my eyes, I tried to shove his