Dan All Over Again: Dan All Over Again / The Mountie Steals A Wife

They stopped at the little store on the water, where she picked up some necessary items. “Let me drive back to the island,” she said, feeling restless. At his questioning look, she added, “I know not to hit the pilings or go too close to the shoreline. What could happen?” Okay, it was impulsive, she knew that. Something about Dan brought that out in her.

He still looked skeptical, but nodded toward the keys in the ignition. She rubbed her hands together and turned it, then put the boat in reverse.

“Wait!”

He needn’t have mentioned it. The boat jerked to a stop, pulling the rope tethering it to the dock taut. He flailed his arms to keep his balance, which he barely managed.

“Okay, one little mistake. So shoot me. I promise I’ll be careful.”

He untied the boat and she continued backing up, mindful of the motor and proximity of the shoreline that harbored Australian pines. Several pelicans sat precariously on the thin branches. Dan stayed up by the bow, keeping a careful eye on the dock and pilings. She veered closer to the trees so he wouldn’t worry.

It couldn’t possibly be her fault that a pelican decided at that moment to get rid of its dinner. While Dan was beneath it. Could it?

White, watery stuff covered his bare shoulder and sprayed the side of the boat. She cut the motor and covered her mouth. “Oops.”

He didn’t move.

“At least it missed your hair.”

Mouth in a tight line, he finally met her gaze.

She put her hands on her hips. “Oh, and I suppose you think this is my fault?”

The boat drifted into the open water, caught in the current. He walked stiffly toward her. She put out her hands as he neared her.

“Come on, Dan. I didn’t mean for that to happen. You can’t think I did!”

He kept advancing.

“Ew, you smell like…fish. Don’t come near me. I’m warning you. I’m warning you…”

As she backed away from him, the boat came to a sudden stop. She didn’t have to warn him anymore; he’d gone sailing over the side of the boat.

“Dan!” She ran to the edge and saw not water, but sandy beach. The boat had run aground. He lay splayed out on the beach, waves washing up over him.

She jumped over the side and crouched beside him. He was staring up into the sky. “Dan, are you all right? Say something. Anything.”

He reached out and clamped onto her chin, pulling her closer. In a pained voice, he tried to speak. “You…”

“What? Tell me you’re all right. Say something.”

“You…are a lousy captain.”

Unable to hold her weight anymore, she found herself straddling his waist. He must be all right, she assured herself, or he wouldn’t be so mad at her.

“Actually, I’m an excellent captain.”

She used his surprise to get to her feet.

He propped himself up on his elbows. “You are kidding, aren’t you?”

“Nope.” She brushed sand off herself and moved closer to the boat. “I got all the pelican poop off you, and you didn’t have to lift one finger.”

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