in the back of the boathouse and headed toward it as if drawn by a magnet. “How do you do it?” she asked him. “How can you create and build something this amazing?”
“It’s all I ever wanted to do. I read everything I could find about making boats as a kid and then once I had the basics down, I started taking them apart. I’d save up my money to buy the junkiest sloops and my parents would let me haul them into their backyard. I’d saw through them, study the hulls, and then I’d try to replicate them as closely as I could.”
“Amazing.” She reached out to run her hand over the wood before drawing back.
“Go ahead. These things are designed to withstand more than forty knots in an open sea. If it breaks when you put your hands on it,” he said with a laugh that drew a giggle out of her little boy, too, “I’m going to have a seriously upset buyer on my hands when the Coast Guard has to come pick him up. Want to touch it, too, Mason?”
Together, the three of them put their hands on the wood, warmed from the sun beaming in from the clear blue sky above.
“I’m Dylan Sullivan, by the way.”
Turning away from the boat, she said, “I’m Grace. Grace Adrian.”
She held out her hand and when he took it he heard her breath go—easily the sexiest sound he’d ever heard. “It’s nice to meet you, Grace. Really nice.” But then he frowned slightly. “Your name—it’s familiar for some reason. But I’d have remembered if we’d met before.”
“We haven’t met. I have called you several times, though.”
“Right, that’s where I know your name from. Sorry about not getting back to you. I’m not great with the phone.”
She gave him a look that he could easily read as No kidding, before saying, “I hope we didn’t interrupt you too badly this morning. I was just really hoping to talk with you for a few minutes. Mason was supposed to stay home today with a babysitter, but she didn’t show up, and now we’re in the middle of his nap time, which is why he’s a little cranky.”
“Cranky looks good on him. And now that you’re here, what can I help you with?”
She took a deep breath, then pushed her shoulders back as if to ground herself before answering. “I’m a writer and I’d really like to interview you for a story I’m doing on sailing and building boats.” Clearly nervous that he’d say no, she continued quickly. “I know you don’t do many interviews, but this story isn’t going to be about your family, or about money or prestige. Instead, I’m going to write about the heart of a sailor, about loving being on the water, about building boats that help make people’s dreams come true. And before you recommend some colleagues that I could talk to instead of you, I need you to know that the editor told me he’ll only hire me to write this story if it’s about you. And...they need you to be on the cover, too.”
“You’re right,” he said slowly as he let Mason take his ball cap off again to chew on the brim. “I don’t normally do interviews. But for you,” he said with a smile that he hoped would help settle her worries down, “I’m happy to make an exception. How tight is your deadline?”
She’d looked incredibly relieved when he’d told her he would do the story and cover. But her relief quickly shifted to a slight grimace as she said, “This story is on a pretty tight deadline, I’m afraid. They’ll need it and the pictures in four weeks.”
“I’ve got to head out to ferry a boat to a friend in Portland in an hour, but I’ll be back Friday afternoon.” He also had an upcoming trip to Australia for a major yacht race in a week and a half, but he planned to get to know Grace—and Mason—a heck of a lot better between now and then. “My mom will be making dinner on Friday for the family. Come with me and we can get started then.”
She blinked at him in confusion. “You want me to come to your mother’s house for our first interview?”
“You and Mason,” he clarified. Because even though he wasn’t going to make the mistake of freaking her out with his intentions, he also couldn’t resist speeding things up a bit by tossing her into the deep