Chapter Nine

Emma

Jackson parked the car and ran around to open her door for her. It was a simple gesture, but it felt nice. It made her feel taken care of. Wanted.

“You said you’ve never been sailing, so I thought I would take you,” Jackson explained, leading her down to the pier.

Docked along the side was a beautiful sailboat. Emma had no knowledge on sailing other than pirates did it, but she could tell this boat was nice. It wasn’t the biggest in the marina, but it had something to it that told her it was probably the most expensive sailboat there.

“Her name is the Techno Volante,” he said, guiding her to the gangplank. “Welcome aboard.”

“Do I need to call you Captain?” Emma asked, carefully putting her foot on the gangplank. The boat bobbed slightly and she was glad she was watching what she was doing.

“Only if you want to,” he replied. He winked at her, nearly causing her to lose her balance. “I like to be called Captain.”

She grinned and stepped onto the boat. “This is beautiful,” sh