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afterwards, but he was still aroused to
the point it was damned irritating.
    As he’d
worked, he noticed her sexy Octo scent was getting stronger with
each passing hour. It continued to create havoc on his senses, to
the point were he’d worked like a maniac and sweat had poured off
him. Unfortunately, work did not put much of a damper on his need
for mating with her.
    Late
afternoon had come quickly and when he went to the engine room to
get more of the supplies, he heard Miranda’s shower running. Shit!
She was up and soaping her beautiful human curves. He ached to
climb into the shower with her and caress her soft-looking skin.
Craved to kiss her pouty mouth and catch her gasps as he thrust his
aching cock into her tight pussy.
    Oh man!
He needed to get off this yacht and away from her or he was going
to lose his self-control and start making love to her!
     

Chapter Three
     
    After her
shower, Miranda used every excuse under the sun to stay in her
cabin. She’d eaten some fruit that she’d placed in her cabin’s tiny
refrigerator, dressed, stared out the port windows at the
mist-shrouded ocean, and now after sitting around on the bed for a
couple of hours working on some puzzles in a game magazine she’d
brought along, she was starving again. She realized too that it was
excessively quiet. Actually, Gray had been silent since she’d
stepped out of the shower.
    Where had
he gotten off to?
    She
tiptoed to her cabin door and opened it. She listened. Not a sound.
For someone with a deadline, he didn’t seem to be in a hurry to
finish.
    She took
a deep breath, grabbed her courage, and stepped into the hallway.
Curiosity urged her to check out how much he’d gotten done while
she’d slept. If he was in there laying tiles or doing whatever,
then she’d praise his work and get the hell away from
him.
    But as
she walked down the companionway, past the engine room and along
the forward companionway, she didn’t smell his fresh unique scent.
He’d been here, but the scent was dissipating.
    A moment
later, she stood in the new bathroom that separated the two new
rooms. Surprise made her gasp. How in the word had he managed to do
so much work in such a short time? It appeared as if the bathroom
was almost finished. It looked spectacular and followed the same
gray and white theme of the rest of the yacht’s
interior.
    The
toilet was in and a pristine white marble floor gleamed beneath the
pot lights. He’d placed the black and gray marble counter with the
dark gray drawers and double gold sinks. He’d even done the cherry
wood trim along the ceiling and accents around the port windows and
doors.
    The only
thing missing was the shower stall, and a mirror. Once those were
in the bathroom was pretty much done.
    She
peeked into the two new cabins. Both of them looked identical.
Pristine white padded walls, and Gray’s elegant cherry wood trim.
The two double beds that had been in the original forward cabin,
had been separated. One double bed occupied each of the rooms. The
only other items needed were some custom-made cabinets that Gray
would build and a couple more pieces of furniture, which they would
pick up somewhere in Oregon.
    But where
was Gray? A sudden unexplained sense of urgency swept over her. Had
something happened to him? It wasn’t time for him to Change.
Twilight was at least a couple of hours away. So where could a man
go on a yacht? Unless he’d taken the emergency dingy to shore and
something had happened to him?
    The sense
of insistence snapped into one of alarm and she quickly left the
cabin. She rushed along the narrow companionway to the engine room.
He wasn’t there. She checked the salon but he wasn’t there. No sign
of him on deck either. The dingy hadn’t been used. So where was
he?
    Golden
rays of late afternoon sunshine tore through the mist and splashed
down upon the yacht. She turned and surveyed the coastline. The fog
that had been prevalent all day was dissipating and she