Текст книги "Semper Fi"
Автор книги: Jane Harvey-Berrick
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His teenage son, Dylan, is another story, with his eyes velcroed to Caro’s chest. When I catch him, my thousand-yard stare tells him that is un-fucking-acceptable—and he looks away.
But his enthusiasm is contagious. And soon we’re clambering all over the yacht, admiring when Ken tells us about it … her.
“She was originally built in Genoa in 1948,” says Ken.
I can’t help turning to grin at Caro. We had some good times there before we were married. She smirks at me and I have to look away before there’s an uprising below decks. Yeah, totally getting into a nautical mood.
Ken is oblivious, but Ellen is smiling at me and Caro. I like her already.
“Falcon was completely restored and rebuilt in the nineties,” Ken continues, “and converted to a twin screw gaff rigged schooner with six cabins—all with AC.”
The polished oak and mahogany gleams in the sunshine.
“Fuck me, she’s a beauty,” I say, still grinning at Caro.
She shakes her head at my language, but smiles back.
~CARO~
My man has a serious potty-mouth—the habit of ten years in the Marines that he could never break, although I’m not sure how hard he’s tried.
He’s so excited about this trip. I think it’ll be good for both of us. There was something about turning 50 that really got to me. I can’t even find the words to explain, but I suppose it’s the feeling that I’m truly in middle-age and the signs are obvious, not just the grays in my hair. Whereas Sebastian, he seems to get even more handsome with age, something I didn’t think was possible.
He has women falling all over him, but he barely notices, or if he does notice, he doesn’t do anything about it. I’ve never had to worry about him like that.
My beautiful boy.
I watch as his muscles ripple under his silky skin—the blue of the sky, the green of the sea in his expressive eyes; the sun forever fixed in his golden hair. The kindness and goodness that matches his beauty on the outside.
He turns to smile at me, his eyes asking me why I’m staring at him so intently. The answer? Because I know I’m loved. My skin will wrinkle and my hair will go gray, my body will bend with age—and I will be loved. In this life and in the next. I will be loved. Whatever the world throws at us, wherever the next adventure leads, I will be loved.
Sempre e per sempre.
