Sea of Destiny – Part 17

sea of destiny coverDuring a conversation with Kyle and his family, Emily discovers that he’s a widower and finds out how his wife died. 

“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.”


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.”

“Margo used to tell me that I was Don Quixote in another life—tilting at windmills. I’ve always been the one to champion a cause, fight for the weak….”

“Are you a lawyer?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “No. I’m in advertising. Championing the weak doesn’t pay the bills very well. But I do ad campaigns for companies who are going green, trying to be more environmentally friendly. Not all my clients are like that, but the numbers are growing. Good PR to be ‘green’.”

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