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happy to help with that, and he consoled his hard cock with the thought of sinking into her later as he took her arm and led her from the suite.
    Though the family dressed formally for dinner, he could see she was surprised by how informal everyone was. There were no servants in sight, and the cook would have left the food on a tray in the serving room between the kitchen and the dining room. Martha always took off the same time each night, because Caitlin insisted she join her own family for dinner too.
    It was amusing to see Nadia regard his mother with surprise as she retrieved the tray and pushed it into the dining room. Caitlin didn’t serve everyone, but she did pass the trays around, taking time to remove the salvers first.
    He sniffed appreciatively at the grilled tilapia, rice pilaf, and perfectly steamed baby vegetables. His chef aboard the Quixote was probably more skilled than Martha, but there was something different about the older woman’s food that he loved and appreciated. It made him nostalgic. He often forgot that part of living here when he was out on his adventures and finding excuses not to come visit.
    After everyone had a serving, they began eating. From the corner of his eye, he watched as she precisely selected silverware and ate daintily. There was exaggerated care in her motions, and he knew she was making a real effort to be what she thought his family would expect. He appreciated the enthusiasm for her role, but he hated her to think they were all stuffy. It was the farthest thing from the truth.
    “Nadia, Sawyer tells me you run his boat?” said his mother.
    Nodding, she dabbed at her mouth with the linen napkin before smoothing it over her lap and answering. “Yes, Mrs. Sinclair, I’m his skipper—captain of the yacht.”
    “Call me Caitlin,” reminded his mother. She smiled, her manner coaxing. “How did you come to be in that position, my dear?”
    Sawyer noted her relaxation as spoke of the sea, and he realized it was the way to get through to her whenever she was tense. He listened as she spoke raptly of sailing with her father, whose dream had been to race in the America’s Cup. Apparently, she had been on the water since the time she was a little girl and had never considered another career that wasn’t nautical.
    “Still, you’re awfully young to be a captain, aren’t you?” asked Kiersten.
    Again, Nadia shrugged, and one strap of her dress slipped down slightly to reveal the creamy curve of her shoulder. He had the almost irresistible urge to dip his head and press a kiss there. Only imagining the look of death she would send him, coupled with the reminder they had an audience, held his impulse in check.
    “I suppose, and I didn’t have a lot of formal training. I didn’t even go into the Navy. I just picked it all up from my father when he ran a charter business in Florida. Working various jobs of the sea over the years honed my skills.”
    His breath hitched when she turned to give him a genuine smile. She was always beautiful, but the expression on her face made her seem open and approachable, and he could imagine just what she would look like in the throes of orgasm.
    “I have to thank Sawyer for taking a chance on me, based solely on my interview with him and my résumé. He could’ve held out for a captain with a lot more experience and a formal education.”
    He couldn’t help the impulse this time as he reached forward to take her hand from the table, holding it in his, and bringing it to his lips. When he brushed his mouth lightly against her knuckles, he heard her sharp intake of breath, and he didn’t think he was imagining the flare of heat in her eyes. “I’m a smart man, and I know what I want.” If they had been alone, that list of wants would have been short, and entailed mainly stripping her and spreading her across the table.
    Kiersten giggled, and it was an incongruous sound from his poised and polished sister. “I can see that. I never