““This is perfect!" Gennie shouted over the motor as Grant's boat cut through the sea. "It feels like we could go all the way to Europe." He laughed and ruffled her wind-tossed hair. "If you'd mentioned it before, I'd have put in a full tank of gas." "Oh, don't be pracitcal-imagine it," she insisted. "We could be at sea for days and days." "And nights." He bent over to catch the lobe of her ear between his teeth. "Full-mooned, shark-infested nights." She gave a low laugh and slid her hands up his chest. "Who'll protect whom?" "We Scots are too tough.Sharks probably prefer more tender-" his tongue dipped into her ear "-French delicacies.””
