Maid for a Magnate

Perhaps that’s why he was in such agony. He knew exactly what that lush body felt like against his own. He knew how amazingly they fit together with no barriers between them.

Will couldn’t recall the last time he’d taken this much time away from work. Surprisingly he wasn’t getting twitchy. He’d set his plan into motion a couple months ago for Rowling Energy and it shouldn’t be too much longer before everything he’d ever wanted clicked into place like a perfectly, methodically plotted puzzle.

Will folded his arms behind his head and relaxed on the seat opposite Cat. But just as he closed his eyes, the soft hum of an engine had him jumping to his feet.

“Do you hear that?” he asked, glancing toward the horizon.

Cat sat up, her hand shielding her eyes as she glanced in the same direction. “Oh, there’s another boat.”

Will knew that boat and he knew who would be on board. Good thing his brother hadn’t left to go back to training for football yet because that meant he could come to their rescue. Which was what he was doing right now.

“Looks like our fairy tale is over,” Catalina muttered.

He glanced her way. “It’s not over,” he corrected. “It’s just beginning.”

As James’s yacht closed the distance between them, Will slid his shoes back on. “Stay here. I’ll wave James to the other side of the dock where the damage isn’t as bad. And I’ll carry you on board once we’re secure.”

Cat rolled her eyes and reached for her wrap draped across the back of the white sofa. “I can walk, Will. My ankle is sore, but it’s much better than it was.”

Will wasn’t going to argue. He’d win in the end regardless.

As soon as James was near enough, Will hopped up onto the dock and made his way toward the other end. By the time James came to a stop, Bella was at his side, a worried look etched across her face.

“Coast guard has arrived,” James said, coming up behind his wife.

“I figured you’d come along sooner or later,” Will replied.

James took in the damage to the dock and the yacht. “Damn, you’ve got a mess. That must’ve been one hell of a storm. It rained and there was some thunder and wind in Alma, but no damage.”

“Let me go get our things,” Will told his brother. “I need to carry Cat, too. She’s hurt.”

“Oh no,” Bella cried. “What happened?”

“I fell.”

Will turned to see Cat leaning over the side of the yacht. “You’re supposed to be sitting down,” he called back.

“I’m fine. I will need some help off this thing, but I can walk if I go slow.”

Will shook his head. “I’ll carry her,” he told his brother. “Give me a few minutes to get our personal stuff gathered.”

Once they transferred everything Will and Cat needed to his brother’s yacht and Will carried a disgruntled Cat on board, they were ready to head out. The trip back to Alma was filled with questions from Bella and James. Their worry was touching and Will actually found himself loving this newfound bond he and his brother shared. This is what he’d been missing for years. This is what their grief had torn apart after their mother had died. But now they were slowly making their way back to each other.

“I wasn’t quite sure which island you went to,” James said as they drew nearer to Alma’s coastline. “I went to two last night and had to start again today when I couldn’t find you.”

“Did you tell anyone what was going on?” Will asked.

“No.” James maneuvered the boat and pulled back on the throttle. “Bella and I are the only ones who know where you were.”

Will was relieved nobody else knew. He didn’t want to share Cat or their relationship with anyone just yet. He wanted to bask in their privacy for a bit longer.

“Dammit,” James muttered as they neared what was supposed to be a private dock where Alma’s rich and famous kept their boats. “The damn press is here.”

“What for?” Cat asked, her eyes widening.

“There were a few reporters here when I left earlier,” James stated as he steered the yacht in. “They were speculating because Will’s yacht had been missing for a few days and they knew a storm had come through. They asked me where you were and I ignored them.”

Will groaned. So much for that privacy he’d been clinging to. “Don’t they have anything better to cover? Like the fact Juan Carlos is going to be crowned king in a few weeks? Do they seriously have to focus on me?”