Rob takes his place at the wheel and turns the key. The engine sputters and grunts…and doesn’t start. My smile falls as I glance from Rob to the engine. “Not to worry,” he says, slipping between Novy and Jake’s outstretched feet towards the back of the boat. He drops to one knee, inspects a few things. Then he gives the key another try. The engine clicks…but doesn’t start. Fuck me. This is not happening.
