The silver eyes narrowed suddenly, but gave no indication of what he was really thinking.

“Do you like boats, Alanis?” he asked quietly.

“I haven't had much to do with any,” she replied, forcing a bright smile. “Only a little rowing boat when I was younger, which wasn't quite in the same league as the McLean cruisers!”

“I never thought about you and a rowing boat in the same sentence… Quite interesting.”

          He straightened slightly in his seat, his voice interested but casual.

“Was it yours?”

          She blinked slightly, suddenly aware that she didn't want to continue the conversation but unable to think of a way to deflect him from this trip into her sad past.

“No, it was my dad's,” Alanis replied carefully. “He liked

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