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“Cushy,” Carlos dropped into the chair. “How hard is the ride on this boat?”
Sarah looked over at him with narrowed eyes. Blue eyes that seemed to see everything and true blonde hair just long enough to make a short ponytail. BM Goodwin might sound like a force of nature, but she looked, oddly, like a fighter. It wasn’t that she wasn’t beautiful, because…well, damn. It was that there was a determined set to her expression that he bet could run over anything in her way: man, rough surf, or Neopanamax container ship. He wondered how many times she’d tracked the long path down to the principal’s office during her high school years. More than a few.
“Why the surprise?” Carlos enjoyed doing that to her.
“Most civilians think the seat is cushy for its own sake.”
“Uh-huh. Where you from?”
