Stepbrother Romance: My Alpha Cowboy Stepbrother (Stepbrother Romance, Taboo, Forbidden, Stepsister, New Adult, Western Romance, Cowboy Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page B

feeling somewhat rested, I showered and went downstairs for breakfast, hoping to avoid Mildred. Fortunately, the malicious Aunt was not present and I was able to enjoy my belated breakfast in peace on the veranda. There was also no sign of Edward, in the house or in the fields below. I desperately wanted to tell him about the conversation I'd had with his Aunt the night before. We had exchanged phone numbers the day before, but it was not something that I wanted to talk about over the phone.
     
                  As I thought about the situation, a message came through on my phone; it was Edward. He said that his friends had talked him into going to the Casinos at Atlantic City last night, so he would not be back until later that evening. He added that he would still make our 'rendezvous', and was looking forward to it.
                 
                  The hours seemed to drag by that day. The minutes and seconds slowly ticking away – ever closer to our next carnal liaison. I could barely stand the anticipation. I attempted to distract myself by catching up on some reading and sunbathing, but my mind kept turning to fantasies of the night to come.              
                  Edward had not arrived home by dinner time. I could not bare to face an awkward dinner without him under the disapproving scrutiny of his Aunt, so I feigned sickness and took dinner alone in my room. The evening was warm, so I sat on the balcony and watched the full moon rise over the distant horizon. Stars began to wink into being across the clear sky; far more than I was used to seeing in the suburbs.
                  Despite the pleasantness of the night, time still passed by painfully slow. Eventually, an age later, midnight was just a few minutes away. The house was dark and quiet as I carefully made my way outside. I dared not use a torch to find my way down the steps, which wound down the hill and through the trees to the stable. Fortunately just enough moonlight penetrated the thick canopy for me to traverse the cut-stone steps safely.
                  Finally I reached the shore of the lake. Its surface glittered like mercury under the silvery moonlight. The jetty lay a short way ahead, both dinghies still tied up beside it. There was still no sign of Edward. I would have been angry if he did not show, to say the least. 
                  Still cautious that I could be observed under the bright light of the moon, I crept cautiously towards the boats. Suddenly a figure rose from the hull of the nearest boat. My heart skipped a beat.
                  “Hey Sandra!” whispered Edward.
                  I breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and waved to him. Quickly I went to the boat. He offered me his hand and helped me in. Half-stepping, half-falling, I entered the wooden boat, fearful that I would fall right over the edge as it rocked beneath our weight. Edward laughed under his breath and, with a strong arm around my waist, guided me towards a faux-leather seat near the bow.
                  “Look's like there's a bit of a breeze tonight,” he whispered. “I guess we can sail across the lake.”
                  Edward took a large, wooden board and fitted it into a narrow box which rose from the boat's hull.
                  “What's that?” I asked, curiously; I had never sailed before, and certainly not in a tiny boat by moonlight. Though I trusted Edward, I realized, and was not worried.
                  “It's the center-board,” he replied, fastening the wood in place with a couple of metal bolts. “It stops the wind from tipping us over and helps the boat stay in a straight line.”
                  With the center-board now in place, Edward unfastened the mooring lines and pushed the small boat gently away from the jetty.
                  “Okay,