He winked at Vashti. “I invited you because I knew inviting you meant also getting your husband on board. That’s not a bad deal. Besides, you’re pregnant. I understand pregnant women sleep a lot. At least that’s what Ray told me.”

He glanced at his watch when he heard a smaller boat approach. “Perfect timing. Elton is here with the boat that will take you back to shore, Bryce.” Elton was one of the old-timers who’d worked for the Chambray Company when Kaegan’s father ran things.

“Okay,” Bryce said, adjusting the straps of the backpack on her shoulders. He thought they were beautiful shoulders and could remember a time when he would rub his hands all over them. Use his tongue to lick them.

“I’ll call you later,” Vashti said to Bryce, breaking into his thoughts.

He studied Vashti. “You sure you don’t want to leave, as well?”

She shook her head. “No. Now that I’ve taken my nap, I’m fine. What do you need me to do?”

“For starters,” Kaegan said, grinning, while shaking his head, “stop staring at your shirtless husband over there. I’m sure he’s not displaying anything out here that you haven’t seen at home.”

Vashti threw back her head and laughed. “For your information, Kaegan Chambray, it doesn’t matter where or how my husband displays it—I still think Sawyer Grisham is a fine specimen of a man. Besides, what could be better than seeing a half-naked man with the ocean as a backdrop?”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

BRYCE SMILED, ALWAYS finding it fascinating as well as endearing how attracted Vashti was to Sawyer, even after almost three years of marriage. But she understood. Some things couldn’t be denied, no matter what.

She still thought that Kaegan was a sexy man, as well. When he’d been a teen, approaching manhood, she’d drool over his body. When he got older she’d thought he was the epitome of masculine fineness. Now as a full-grown adult in his thirties, he was even more buff. He put his shirt back on, but when he’d taken it off earlier, she hadn’t been able to keep her eyes off his chest without remembering a lot about it. Like how she would kiss him all over it, how his chest felt rubbing against her nipples those times when she would straddle him when they made love.

Bryce kept telling herself that acknowledging Kaegan’s sexiness meant nothing. It was a woman’s thing for her. She thought Idris Elba was sexy, too. She knew how to stay in her lane where Kaegan was concerned.

“You can take Bryce’s place with the logbook, Vashti,” Kaegan said, interrupting Bryce’s thoughts. “If you prefer doing something else, just let Elton know. I’m leaving him in charge until I get back.”

Bryce glanced over at Kaegan. “Until you get back? Isn’t Elton the one taking me back to the dock?”

He glanced over at her. “No, I am. There are several things I need to do at the office before coming back here with lunch for everyone.”