Chapter Seven
“So, captain,” Mia said, following eagerly as Arjun led her to the cockpit, his hat back on his head, “now we’re sufficiently fed and watered, where are you taking us?”
His full lips twisted into a grin. “To the open sea! Madagascar? Australia? Maybe even India—ooh, you could meet my parents—or Antarctica. Depends if we head north, east, south, or west.”
She gave him a playful smack on the arm, glad he was joking about meeting his parents. Then, as they reached the yacht’s control area and she took in the wheels, levers, buttons, switches and dials, she temporarily forgot what they’d been talking about. She widened her eyes. “Bloody hell. No wonder you thought it’d be a good idea to do a training course. It looks incredibly complicated. I wouldn’t even know where to start.
