Chapter Eleven
Roy helped Sienna down the stone steps onto the river boat. Not that she needed the help, she was an incredibly capable woman. But he liked the feeling of taking care of her—a way to pay her even a little of the respect she deserved.
He’d been watching the long boats slide quietly by for several hours, disgorging and reloading their passengers. There were tour boats that probably carried several hundred in closely packed quarters as tour operators called out the sights over too-loud sound systems. The dinner boats were filled instead with comfortable tables, each set for one or two couples. Fine linen tablecloths, cloth napkins, shining silverware—it was fine dining for a hundred. Thirty feet wide, over a hundred long, deep enough for a galley below yet still low enough to
