You’ve come back for me mom in my time of need with perfect timing. With a slow, aged boat we’ve become so uncompetitive on the island run and so ...ost-heavy the company is teetering.’ ‘This is what mothers are for darling even naughty mothers. Good night.’ Jack called Davey’s Boatyard and asked to speak to Fred Davey. A woman answered saying she was Faye Davey-Ashton. ‘My father is semi-retired to Honolulu. I’m chief executive, may I help?’ ‘Yeah, I want a boat built. Can you meet me in. " Missus Monroe gasped a little. "No one kids us about it. Nicki did once but that's it."Mom, you have to ride in Brad's truck. It's amazing. The outside is the way it was when his grandfather owned it. Brad has completely revamped the interior and the running gear. It's almost sinful, it's so comfortable. He did most of the work himself. He told me he wanted to leave the exterior like it was when his grandfather drove it."We had a nice meal that Missus Monroe cooked while Karen helped. Mister. Or, if you unbutton a few buttons, it tells him to go ahead. Or, you can let him unbutton it, and if you change your mind, you can refasten it. It's a nice shirt, but wear it with jeans, and it's semi-casual. Remember this is your first date. He's probably going to look nice." He will if he wants to see you again, her mother thought."Okay Mom. Thanks for the help." Gertrude hugged her mother and went back to thinking. She heard her mother go downstairs. "So." Gertrude looked at her pants. She. She endeavoured to retain her cool. That was if she’d displayed any to begin with. “What do you think?”His palm flexed to cradle the side of her face and he’d put his lips on hers before she had time to react. The taste of Scotch was fresh and sour on his tongue, and his aftershave was sharp in her nostrils. The kiss was firm, slow and rhythmic, drawing from her a full-mouthed response as her body melted into his Armani-wrapped frame. His restrained hunger absorbed her senses and blotted out.