It was midafternoon before they headed back into Eagle Bay. Devin had decided that being in over his head was a good thing, at least when it came to being attracted to Tiffany. They had drifted lazily together all day, whether fighting the wind and bucking the tide or sliding quietly along wing-and-wing, with the sails spread wide to either side to catch the soft tailwind.
Tiffany had unabashedly leaned against him, held hands, and teased him below with a searing kiss that had fired up both his body and his need for her.
Now they sat on the bow to offer Hector and Mrs. Winslow some privacy. He had followed Tiffany forward as she had followed the goat. She had Shprintze on a thin lead attached to a harness Hector had fashioned. The other end was tied about her wrist, just in case the goat
