“Text me next time you’re nature-spotting. I’ll be sure to put on a better show.” “I changed my mind—you’re more like an oversized pest than a peacock.” He snorts, then holds out a spare life jacket. “Get on. Unless you’d rather keep riding that…thing.” “This unicorn is very comfortable.” He begins undoing his life jacket. “Is it?” “What are you doing?” “I’m joining you. Looks like there’s room for two.” “There absolutely isn’t.” “I guess we’ll find out.”
