She squirms in her seat, and the look on her face looks like she’s trying to decide whether she should jump ship or swim for shore.
 
 “Hey,” I begin. “You don’t have to worry. I understand. After tonight, all goes back to normal.”
 
 Her eyes finally look back at me. “Are you sure?”
 
 I nod. “Of course. At least we will always have Key West.” I give her a reassuring smile.
 
 Relief washes over her features. “Yes, we will always have Key West,” she giggles.
 
 “But Romy?”
 
 “Yeah?”
 
 “Tonight, you’re mine.”