Chapter 8
“We so need to put that in the movie,” Michelle was mixing daquiris for everyone and serving them on the houseboat’s back deck.
“What?” Isobel had shed the too-tight t-shirt, though she’d kept the ball cap to block the setting sun.
“That boat. It’s lovely.”
Isobel raised her gaze enough to squint out across the shining water. Her breath caught the moment she spotted it. “It’s a Dragon.”
Regrettably, Michelle wasn’t stupid. She jolted upright, almost flipping a mango daquiri into Hannah’s lap.
Isobel sighed. She really should learn when to keep her mouth shut.
“Swept you away on a dragon,” Michelle repeated from this morning.
“He did.”
“Mr. Kicked-me-out-of-the-bathroom Jones.”
“That’s him. And that,” Isobel nodded toward the passing boat, “is his lovely boat.”
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