“You’ve been saying that you just wanted to read by the water. I figured if we went to the pool, we’d just be interrupted and you’d be dragged into yet another activity. So,” he waves toward the yacht, “I brought the water to you.” I look back and forth from him to the boat several times trying to make sense of his words. “You…you rented an entire yacht…just so I could read by the water?” He holds up the tote bag he packed for me and hands it over so I can see my Kindle and both paperbacks I packed resting comfortably inside. “I did. You ready?”
