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“Out of the boards in the garage.” Rae sounded less sniffy and more enthusiastic. “It was working great!” She sagged. “Then one of them broke.”

Max held the screen door for them. “Those boards are so old, honey, they’re rotten.”

“You’re telling me!”

Kellen helped Rae inside. “Let’s get you in a bathtub, clean you up and see what exactly we’re dealing with.”

Max slammed the screen and said, “I’ll see if I can find something to make a jump out of that won’t break.” He didn’t even notice the blistering glare Kellen gave his retreating back.

15

“You know, Owen, if you’d been smart, you might have entertained doubts as to why I wanted to learn how to handle your yacht.” Mara Philippi glanced at Owen Kenoyer, seated at the back of the…at the stern, strapped in and trolling for some game fish to mount and stick on his wall. “But you thought it was cute that a beautiful, saucy woman wanted to handle such a massive vessel. I made you feel indulgent.” She shot a grin at the back of his head. “Like most men, you’re easily led with the stroke of a finger. So to speak.” She checked the rudder to make sure it was cranked to the left, allowing the yacht to make lazy circles in the water. “Probably all this knowledge I’ve gained will be useless in the future, unless I decide to buy my own yacht, and if I do, I promise never, ever to take on a young lover I pick up in church. When your wife finds out, what will she say?”

Predictably, Owen didn’t answer.

“Probably nothing, or maybe she’ll want to thank me. I imagine she’s used to your philandering, and with the money you’ve got and the nasty little fetishes you enjoy, she’ll be relieved to have you out of her hair.” Mara laughed. “So to speak again… Have you noticed when you talk about sex, almost everything you say becomes a metaphor, and humorous? Stay there, I’ve got to go below to open the bilge pumps.” When she returned, she leaned on the rail and gazed at the faint smudge on the horizon that was Isla Paraíso. “It’s sort of a shame to scuttle this vessel when I was really getting the hang of it. I could get used to living like this.” She looked around affectionately.

This beast must have cost two hundred thousand or more.