He laughed again, but this time I suspected it was at my expense rather than Kiersten’s. ‘Yes, she is cute. You know she is. But you …’ he lingered on the word ‘… are beautiful, and sexy and so desirable that I don’t even want to stay for dinner anymore.’ As he spoke, he stepped closer and took me into his arms, and by the time he’d finished speaking, he was in the perfect position to kiss me. Which he did – in front of everyone.

When he pulled away, there was more confidence in his eyes than I had ever seen – as though it was his hidden superpower, and I had unleashed it and it kept growing stronger. It was wildly attractive. When he winked at me, I was breathless.

The kiss was great, but what I loved most was Josh claiming me as his in front of our floating family and our floating neighbours. And Kiersten, the redheaded hussy. I looked her way, and she gave me a look that could dissolve granite. I smiled at her smugly until she looked away.

Josh grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the long table. There were two free seats next to each other between Gary and Marie, and Duncan and Gerry, with Hannah across the table. Marie caught my eye as I sat down, and she smiled at me with raised eyebrows. I shrugged as if to say, ‘What are you gonna do?’

Duncan, our host until the end, had pre-ordered a banquet-style dinner and the food started arriving soon after we sat down, quickly filling up the long table. Platters were passed, bad Greek wine was poured, and stories were told, mostly by Duncan who was as good a raconteur as he was a skipper.

An hour or so into the meal, I sat back in my chair. I was stuffed, but the food was so good I kept convincing myself I could handle just one more bite. The only problem was, I’d done that about a dozen times already. I looked down to the end of the table where Kiersten was making moves on the other boat’s skipper.

Had Hannah noticed? Across the table, I could see her throwing eye daggers at Kiersten. Good grief! We’d created a soap opera’s worth of intrigue amongst our two boats. I whispered to her, ‘You know, she was hitting on Josh only an hour ago. If you want, I’ll bash her for you?’

She stared glumly at her plate and stabbed a piece of souvlaki with her fork. ‘He’s not worth it. He’s a pretty lousy lay, actually.’ That’s not what she’d said about him when I’d caught her sneaking back onto our boat a couple of days before, but I went along with it.

‘Well, then good riddance. And if he’s interested in that walking mattress, more fool him.’

‘Right,’ she agreed, forking the souvlaki into her mouth.