She laughed. “Not the Dread Pirate Roberts?”
Wes grinned at her and reminded her, “The movie came out in the ’80s!”
He moved close to her, affectionately whispering in her ear, “Okay, dilemma. Do we stay here and make sure that one of that trio isn’t ready to push one of the others into the sea? Or check on Edward Thompson?”
“Check on Edward Thompson. Nobody is going to pull that one again so quickly. But I’m glad our new friends mentioned the sushi dinner. I’m going to have a word with our nurse practitioner, George Garcia.”
“Right, great.”
“Lovely beer, by the way.”
“The only nonalcoholic option they had.”
“I don’t think one beer would have killed us.”
“And we may want one later. I don’t want to advertise the fact that we’re avoiding alcohol. I mean, we’re a young couple on a second honeymoon and we need to look like we’re trying to enjoy ourselves to the fullest!”
“All right! Fun, fun, fun!” Chloe said. “But, of course, we’ve already proven that we’re super cool. Anyway, let’s go see that man we saved!”
They broke apart and headed in, taking the elaborate elevator to the deck where the hospital, spa and gyms could be found.
They didn’t see Doctor Kilbride, but one of his nurses was at the desk. She waved to them and said, “He’s awake. They’re going to bring down some dinner for him soon but I’m sure he’d love to see you!”
“Thanks!” Wes called, and they walked into Edward Thompson’s room together.
George Garcia was there, as he said he would be. A hospital chair—the kind that stretched out into a bed—had been brought in for him. He had a book out and it appeared that he and Edward had been discussing the merits of the book.
George nodded to them. Edward shook his head. “You two! Please, don’t let my clumsiness destroy your whole trip!”
“Oh, no, sir—Edward!” Chloe said. “We’re having a wonderful time, and part of it is because of you.”
“Sorry, not falling off the boat again!” Edward said lightly.
“No, no!” Chloe said, laughing. “Because of these amazing classes you set up! We’re totally enjoying them!”
“Well, that’s great. You know, I’ve talked to the doc and to my nurse, my man Garcia here, and I’m going to go into Montego Bay for lunch tomorrow. They don’t believe that I should head over to Ocho Rios for the Falls, but it will be super to get to be a little social again.”
“I told him alittlesocial!” George Garcia said. “And that, whatever kind of a companion I may be, he doesn’t get to ditch me for a minute!”
Edward groaned softly. “Most people who survived a drowning would just be running around again now! And I’m stuck with this dude. Just kidding. George is great. And we’re both fond of the classics! He brought me a bunch of audiobooks and I’m loving it!”
“Wow. That’s wonderful. Maybe you’re getting a bit of a break that you really needed!” Wes told him.
“I’ll be up to my classes—with Mr. George Garcia watching over me—for our next day at sea. Tomorrow... I’ve always loved Jamaica. Montego Bay, the mountains and, of course, Ocho Rios.” He made a face. “Kingston? Well, you know, that’s any big city. But this ship takes us to Montego Bay and offers excursions to the right places. So...” He looked expectantly at Chloe and Wes.
“Dunn’s River Falls,” Chloe told him.
“So beautiful!” Wes said.
“Oh, you’ve both been before, right?”
“We have,” Chloe told him. “And it’s beautiful, but you do need to take of yourself, Edward!”
“Lunch. We’re getting off the ship, finding a cool place, and having lunch!” George assured them. “I will be at his side.”
“It’s so good that you’re here and dedicated to Edward,” Chloe told him.
“Of course. And I’m lucky the company sent me. I’m excited about lunch in Montego Bay myself!”
