Tabitha’s POV
“You’ve been staring at the fishermen for quite some time now. At first, I thought it was because you were fascinated by the good catch,” Arthur says with a faint smile. “But when you mentioned you used to live here, I figured maybe you had some history with boats.”
I nod, a small laugh escaping me. “You’re not wrong. My dad was a fisherman. We didn’t have a big boat or anything fancy, but he’d take me out sometimes when the weather was good.”
“It’s probably why I couldn’t stop looking at the shore today. For a second, it felt like I was ten again, waiting for my dad to call me over and let me steer.”
“That sounds like a good memory,” he says gently.
“It was,” I murmur. “One of the best.”
Arthur gestures toward a sleek yacht docked a little ways off. “Well then, why don
