Chapter 2

The breeze was strong enough to allow them to leave the marina taking advantage of the half-raised sails. They left the coast behind, and once the course was chosen, they fully raised the mainsail, allowing the wind to carry them with ease. He showed her how to operate the helm, put on her head his captain cap, and began to find some relaxing time himself.

"Did you bring the sunscreen, Laura?" asked Mr. Steele from inside the cabin.

"It's in the duffel bag," she answered.

He grabbed it and opened the picnic basket to check the inside. There was a feast waiting there for them; some delicacies to nibble before lunch, a tasty Greek salad and some lobster snacks with the addition of a superb white wine perfectly chilled. And a secret dessert. He gave the chef the chance to surprise them, only telling him they were going to be on a romantic sailing getaway. However, food wasn't the only material stuffed there. The Los Angeles Times was his appreciated own addition to the tasteful entertainment. With the sunscreen and the paper in hand, he climbed back on deck.

"I can't believe you brought the paper to read it overseas… You are getting positively domesticated, Mr. Steele. We are out here in the middle of this paradise, it's a wonderful day, I'm the one behind the helm, and you are going to read the paper? Really, that's not the image of you I want to keep in my mind." She finished her statement not able to avoid staring at him with a wicked smile. He had left his blue shirt inside, and his chest was in full view; perfectly complemented with a pair of white linen slacks. Seduction was in full swing, as always.

"Ah, Laura. Just lead the way, love. We have a full day ahead of us. Besides, the great detective Remington Steele must always be informed, don't you agree?"

"If you say so…"

After taking some respectable time to finish his task with Laura enjoying her turn at the helm, the sun was getting to her, and she began to put off her t-shirt. After that item, her shorts suffered the same luck as well, she remained standing behind the helm wearing one of her bikinis. She readjusted her ponytail and put on the captain hat again. He couldn't help but stare at her.

"Like what you see?" she asked him noticing his eyes focused on her.

"Particularly," was his short answer; "The view from here is positively astounding; I never thought a Captain would look so breathlessly… professional…?"

"Well, this professional Captain is getting hungry. Do you have anything interesting inside that picnic basket you brought, by any chance?"

Without another word, he jumped inside the cabin and got something prepared almost instantly. The craft rocked gently as he climbed on deck and sat down beside her. They entertained themselves with a delicious appetizer sided by a glass of the chilled white wine. By the time their glasses were empty, and every little delicacy was gone, so was the wind.

"The wind is gone, Mr. Steele. How's that possibly happening?" said Laura, looking at the slackened sails, noticing the boat had been barely moving for half an hour.

"I don't have an idea, Laura. It was looking at a lovely day to go sailing for me."

"Don't tell me you didn't check the weather conditions…"

"That wasn't particularly necessary, Laura. I can evaluate with my own eyes when we are in front of a perfect day to go sailing. I am certainly sure today is one of these days. Where is your sense of adventure, Laura?"

"Where is my sense of adventure? You know I love adventures. This was a lovely adventure I was eager to participate once you invited me to go sailing on a windy day. But I might remind you, Mr. Steele; the sailing activity needs two things to succeed: a sailing boat, and wind. We have the sailing boat. Now, where is the wind?"

"I can't possibly imagine, Laura. Perhaps it's a good time to have the sails stowed to enjoy the inviting moment," he wiggled his eyebrows and smiled wickedly at her

She looked at him and guessed his intentions, smiling back. "It sounds like the smartest move at the moment, Mr. Steele."