Thanks everyone who read and reviewed the last chapter! I'm so sorry for the wait, but I've been really busy lately. Plus, with my March Break, I've been going places non-stop. This chapters a bit longer, so (hopefully) that evens it out a bit. :P

As always, I don't own One and Only, Rookie Blue or Titanic.

"Sailing... It's just that I didn't know that you owned a sailboat." Sam reaches his hand toward me, and I use it to help me get over the railing.

"Well, now you know." Sam spreads his arms. "Welcome onboard God's Good Grace."

"God's Good Grace, huh? Interesting name..."

"Hey, don't look at me, it was Sarah's idea." He opens the hatch leading down below and disappears below decks. "Have you ever sailed before McNally?" I hear Sam call.

"Yeah, I used to do it all the time with my dad." I set my bag down in the cockpit, and take a seat on one of the padded benches. "So is this your 'special waterfront, huh?"

"Yeah, I come here after a really bad day. Like you said, to get away from it all." I hear Sam rummaging around down below.

Suddenly, Sam throws something up to me, "Does that fit, McNally?" I untangle the object, and realize that it's a life jacket. I put my arms through, finding that it fits perfectly.

"Yep! Perfect fit!" I shrug it off, and poke my head down below, "Why do you have a women's life jacket on board?" I try not to let any jealousy or curiosity seep into my words.

Sam looks up, "It's Sarah's. What did you expect?"

I blush. That you normally bring women for long sails on the Swarek swoon-fest boat. "Nothing, I just forgot about Sarah for a minute." I turn around and climb down, hoping that Sam can't see my face right now.

I feel Sam's gaze on my face, "Okay, anyways. Pretty simple, kitchen, stove, benches." He gestures around, pointing to each item in turn. It's kinda a funny sight, the roof of the cabin isn't quite tall enough for him, so he has to crane his neck sideways so he can stand up properly.

I notice a sort of doorway beyond the benches, "What's that lead to?"

I notice that Sam's face is slightly flushed, "Ummm, that's the bed."

I look down, embarrassed, "Oh..." I try to think of a way to get away from this topic. "So, where are we sailing to, captain?"

Thankfully, Sam seems to forget the awkward moment we just had, "Just around the harbour. If we go too far, then it'll take too long to get back. We won't have time for the other stuff I've planned."

I look up, "Oh? What's this 'other stuff' we're going to do?" I try to ask in a teasing voice, but my heart's racing from that simple statement.

"I can't tell you, it's a surprise." Sam looks back quickly. "Not like that, McNally! What are you, 15?"

My cheeks heat up, "You know what? Nevermind! Forget I asked!" I try to move past Sam, but in the small cabin, it's kinda hard. As I brush past him, he catches my right arm with his hand.

"Andy." I stop. Sam hardly ever calls me by my first name, so it got my attention. I turn back to him.

"Sorry, I just kinda freaked out. I just don't want you to think I'm one of those guys."

I raise my eyebrow, "One of those guys?"

Sam looks kind of nervous, "A guy who brings women on board to, you know... Seduce them." Sam's really embarrassed now.

I put my hand on his cheek, "Sam, you know I don't think that about you."

Sam covers my hand with his own, "Yeah, I know." He releases my forearm, and uses his hand to tilt my chin up toward his. "Andy..."

We're so close that I can smell the aftershave on his face. Aftershave mixed with something purely Sam. I look into his eyes, and find only trust, love and tenderness in them. I raise myself up onto my toes and gently press my lips to Sam's. The kiss is perfect; sweet but incredibly romantic at the same time. The feeling's better than what I remember it to be. Sam's hands move to cup my face, and I run my hands through his unbelievably soft, black hair.

All too soon, we pull apart for air, both breathing heavily. I open my eyes as Sam rests his forehead on mine. We stand there kissing for a few more minutes, basking in each other's company.

Sam's the first to pull away, "McNally, as much as I want to, I had more planned than just kissing."

I laugh, "Oh yeah, that's right. What about this 'surprise' of yours?"

Sam shake his head, "I'm saving that for later." He gently detaches himself from my embrace. "You still want to go sailing, right?"

I nod my head, "Definitely!" Following Sam back up to the deck of the boat, I sit on the side while Sam readies the boat for our departure.

Soon enough, we're almost ready to push off. Sam comes and sits across from me."Hey, McNally? Can you steer the boat while I push us off?"

I bite my lip, "You sure? I know I said that I used to sail with my dad, but that was like 5, 10 years ago. Before, you know." I look pointedly at Sam.

He puts a hand on my knee, rubbing it with his thumb. "Andy, you'll do fine. Just remember, if you point the tiller right, then the boat turns left, and vice versa. There's nothing to it!" He smiles reassuringly.

"Okay, but don't blame me if we end up at the bottom of the harbour. Don't say I didn't warn you."

Sam smiles, and goes to untie the ropes tethering the boat to the dock. We back out with me steering, biting my lip the whole time.

When we're halfway out, Sam comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, planting light kisses along my neck.

I twist around, startled. "Sam! You're going to make us crash!"

He chuckles, "No we're not, I've got us steady." Sure enough, I feel Sam's hand covering mine on the tiller.

Together, we steer the boat out of the dock and into the harbour. Once we're away from the other boats, Sam takes the tiller while I sit back and enjoy the view.

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I jolt wake when the sun shines directly in my eyes. I sit up to find Sam sitting across from me, gazing softly at me, a smile on his lips. "Hey."

"Hey." I breath. "Sorry, I didn't know I fell asleep."

Sam stands up, "It's okay. It took us a while to get out here, anyway."

I glance around, trying to find where 'here' is. We appear to be in the middle of Hamilton Harbour. There are no other boats in eight, just us on God's Good Grace. "Okay, so we're 'here.' What exactly are we supposed to be doing out 'here'?"

Sam smiles, reaching out his hand towards me, "Follow me."

I take his hand, and he leads me up to the bow of the boat. It's still windy out, so my hair billows out behind me, like a long, brown veil. Hmmm, veils and weddings... Stop it, Andy! There'll be no weddings in your future, you and Sam need to take it slow. We reach the bow of the boat, and I push ahead of Sam and rush up to the very front, peering over the side.

I hear Sam behind me, "Andy! Be careful!" I feel his hands pulling me back.

I turn around in his arms, "Sorry! I got carried away."

Sam looks at me with bright eyes, "You really wanna go up there?" I nod my head. "Okay. Give me your hand." He leads me to the very front, where the railings make a v-shape.

He puts his other hand on my waist. Sam whispers in my ear, "Now close your eyes, go on. Now step up." I obey, tightening my grip on his hand to keep myself from falling. Sam keeps whispering, making my neck tingle where his warm breath hits it, "Now hold on to the railing. Keep your eyes closed, don't peek."

"I'm not." With my eyes closed, the only things I sense is Sam and the wind.

Sam's other arm wraps around my waist, keeping me steady. "Step up on the railing. Hold on, hold on. Keep your eyes closed. Do you trust me?"

I nod, "I trust you."

I feels Sam spreading my arms outward, so the only thing keeping me on the boat is Sam's arms around me.

"All right. Open your eyes."

I open them, and I gasp involuntarily. "I'm flying, Sam!" I can't see any of the boat behind me, the only thing my eyes can see are the waves of the harbour and the blurred buildings in the distance.

I hear Sam singing softly, "I know it ain't easy. Giving up your heart..." I smile, impressed that Sam remembered some of the lyrics. I turn my head, and find that Sam's head is right beside mine. He looks over, and our gazes lock. Slowly, careful not to lose my balance, I twist my head farther and gently press my lips to Sam's, relishing in the taste of Sam mixed with the cool breeze and the water.

The feeling is heavenly, and for the first time in a while, I feel completely, perfectly, incandescently happy.

The time that we spend at the bow is unmeasurable, but by the time we remember the world around us, the sun has traveled across the sky and is a few hours away from touching the far horizon.

I snuggle deeper in Sam's embrace, not wanting to let go. "We should probably get going..."

Sam smirks, "Well, I would, except I'm kinda trapped by someone's arms." Reluctantly, I untangle my self from Sam and stand up. He reaches down to help me up, and pulls me up with so much strength that I end up, once again, in his arms.

He leans down to brush his lips against mine, but I laugh and push myself away, "Oh no, not again. We really have to get going." He pretends not to hear and starts to move his lips against my neck. "Sam!" I squeal.

"Relax, McNally. We don't have to be anywhere until six o'clock."

I smirk, "And what time is it now?"

Sam reaches for my arm and reads the time. "It's four thirty? McNally, why didn't you warn me sooner?" He releases me and starts back toward the stern of the boat. "Come on! He have to get back."

"Sam, calm down. If we leave now, I'm sure we'll make it in time." I don't think he hears me, though, because he's already too far away to hear me. I make my way over to him, "Sam-"

"McNally, we don't have time! I promised we wouldn't be late!"

I raise my hands in an effort to calm him down, "Okay, we'll make it. Just tell me what to do."

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Working together, Sam and I manage to make it back to the dock by five o'clock. We spend the next half an hour cleaning up the boat and closing it up. Finally, we're ready to leave, and we climb back into his truck.

As I settle into the passenger seat, I realize something. "Hey, you still haven't told me where we're going. And from the sound of it, we're not going back to Toronto."

Sam smiles and weaves his fingers through mine. "Nope. We're going to St. Catharine's."

I look over, confused, 'St. Catharine's? What's there?"

"My sister."

I dare you to let me be yours,

Your one and only.

Promise I'm worth it,

To hold in your arms.

If you can figure out where the 'completely, perfectly, incandescently happy' quote comes from, I'll give you a peek at the next chapter! Cough Not that you can't Google it. :P Cough.

Thanks for your screen time,

-Emma