Chapter 7
Trey checked the propane tank for the grill, confirming what he already knew—there was ample propane to grill salmon tonight. It was late afternoon, and Emma would be here any minute now. After they’d returned to the docks, Trey managed to steal a quick kiss before it was time to wake Stuart. Thoughts of Emma had turned in his mind ever since he’d been unable to prevent himself from kissing her. Kiss was a weak word to describe what happened. All he knew was that any restraint he had dissolved under the sheer power of the current between them. He’d wanted to kiss her the first time he ever saw her.
But he couldn’t have imagined what it would do to him. He chuckled to himself when he thought about how he’d imagined trying to start another relationship. He’d figured it would be m
