"That's generous."
"It takes at least thirty to unpack."
I smiled.
"Then you'll be unpacking after we leave."
Ben Gilbert chuckled.
"I like her already."
"Don't encourage her," Ward muttered.
Too late.
His teammates were already grinning.
I picked up the guest manifest.
"Gentlemen...welcome aboard Sea Whisper."
I motioned toward the polished staircase leading below deck.
"Your suites are on the lower deck. Lunch is at one. We'll hold a safety briefing before we leave the marina."
Scott raised one hand.
"Important question."
"What?"
"Where's breakfast?"
Behind me, Willow appeared carrying another tray.
"As if on cue."
The smell of warm cinnamon drifted across the dock.
Scott looked ready to cry.
"Marry me."
Willow blinked.
"I'm pretty sure that's the wrong brother."
The dock erupted in laughter.
Ward nearly spit out his coffee.
Scott pointed toward him.
"I meant after he cancels."
Ward groaned.
"I hate every one of you."
