Chapter Thirty Four

He could try to believe that all he wanted was for the real world not to interfere, but it would. Reality was exactly what was waiting for them once she went back home. He reached for his cold coffee, checked his gauges. It looked like it was clear sailing ahead, straight through to High Tide Harbor.

And that, David tried to convince himself, was most definitely good news.

Bonnie left the bow of the ship and went to her favorite spot below the wheelhouse. Sitting down, she scanned through the photos she’d been taking, deleting and tweaking them. It was a small task, but big enough to keep her from focusing on what she’d be dealing with once they docked in High Tide Harbor… and she was excited about it.

“Squawk! Guaca-mooleeee!”

Bonnie yelped and shot up in her seat. The phone toppled out of her hand and clanged onto the deck. She swung her legs down and, shielding her eyes, searched the boat. There, on the wheelhouse railing, was Duchess, perched in all her festooned, parroted gl