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Sierra’s only real experience was serving cocktails at the Chunky Monkey nights and weekends last year. Working on the SS Sapphire wasn’t anything near the same crowd.
    “No matter how much you take out, always use a tray.”
    “Okay. Thanks.” She was lucky to have Crystal there to guide her. Keeping this job through the whole summer would mean she didn’t have to work during her last semester of classes. It would make life a lot easier. She knew she would be taking the hardest classes, that it was going to be the most demanding semester yet, and staying up until three in the morning serving drinks wouldn’t be conducive to doing her best work. Sierra needed good recommendations from her professors and to do well in her internship to ensure she got her dream job once she graduated.
    If they wanted her to carry one drink on a tray, then hell, she could do that.
    The rest of the day of serving went well. The passengers all seemed a little hung over, weren’t drinking too heavily…yet, anyway.
    The boat slowed as they pulled closer to Sol Cay, and all the passengers got busy going below to grab their things and get ready to get off the boat.
    Jack docked the yacht perfectly and within a few seconds he was off, making sure they were tied up properly. He stood guard, saying goodbye to the passengers as they left and looking damn good. He looked even better with his shirt off, but Sierra shouldn’t stare, couldn’t give off any hints that she had an interest in the man.
    “They are only going to be off the boat for a couple hours, but I’m going to run onto the island and see a friend if you don’t mind finishing up these dishes?” Crystal looked nervous or worried about something.
    “Yeah, sure I can finish up here. Is everything okay?” There was only one load of dishes to finish and a little bit of cleaning up to do. It would take Sierra about ten extra minutes and it wasn’t like she had any reason to get off the boat herself. They weren’t going to be there long enough to do any exploring, and the only thing she really wanted to explore was Jack’s body against hers, making her feel like a woman again. Lately she’d been more like a robot, moving through life with precise, calculated motions, denying herself even the most basic needs, denying herself the touch of a man. Jack made her want to change all of that.
    “Yeah, everything’s fine.” Crystal gave Sierra a halfhearted smile and walked away.
    Sierra finished up the dishes, debated what to do next and then followed her most burning desire. She went up to the control room where she knew Jack would be. She needed to at least talk to the man.
    He had his back to the door, intently studying some papers on the desk. Sierra knocked and he jumped a little, turning his head in her direction.
    “Come in.” He shoved the maps and papers into a drawer quickly, as if he didn’t want her to see them.
    Sierra had no interest in his maps or papers. She had her mind on one thing when it came to Jack.
    “Hi,” she said, and for some reason her stomach flipped. She shouldn’t be this nervous talking to a man, but Jack wasn’t just any man.
    “What’s up?” His face was serious and an uncomfortable tension filled the air.
    She might as well come right out and say it, no reason to beat around the bush. “I want to talk about what happened between us yesterday.”
    He folded his hands and looked her in the eye. “I’m sorry about that.”
    “Sorry?” Why was he sorry? That was not the reaction she was hoping for at all.
    “I should have kept my hands to myself. We can’t have a future together. When you go back to school and get a job we won’t be able to be together. You deserve better than a summer fling.”
    “What makes you think I want more than a summer fling?” What was it about her that made him think she couldn’t have one? Yeah, maybe she never had before, but that didn’t mean a girl couldn’t try something new, spread her wings a