Page 35 of Sail Away with Me

“Boston,” Sail said. “I think she’s considering commuting. Can’t say I blame her since she’s set up nicely in the studio above the diner. Anyway, she’s afraid she’ll get fired for hanging out with us.”

“Oh, that’s just silly,” Caroline said before taking a sip of her tea. “Your parents didn’t care when Dune and I started dating.”

“I tried telling her, but she’s worried.”

Caroline smiled. She looked from Dune to Sail. “Don’t pressure her. She’ll come around.”

“I would never,” Sail told her. “I know what no means. Believe me, as much as I’d love for things to change, I’m happy being her friend. The other day, I gave her a whirlwind tour of Seaport, and then last night we went to Margaux’s.”

Caroline’s eyes lit up. “Are Eloise’s paintings still up?”

Sail nodded.

Dune grumbled.

“What?”

“I want one for our house, something to put over the mantle, but Dune doesn’t want something with Eloise’s boyfriend in it. I’m going to meet with her next week to commission a piece.”

“Which is going to cost me a fortune,” Dune said as he shook his head.

Eventually, Pearl came downstairs and offered to make her boys breakfast, but Dune and Sail said they’d pick up grilled muffins from the diner. They were booked with a whale watching tour and needed to get going. Caroline was spending the day with Pearl, doing woman things.

Whatever that means.

Dune raninto the diner to save Sail from being a fumbling lovestruck boy if Galvin was inside. Still, this didn’t prevent Sail from trying to burn a hole through the wall, to catch a glimpse of the object of his affection. He was so focused on spotting her, he jumped and screamed when someone knocked on his window.

He pushed the button to put his window down and groaned at the sight of Galvin’s bare midriff.

Shit.

“What are you doing out here?” she rested her arms on the door and peered into his car. She breathed heavily and had beads of sweat dripping slowly down her temples.

“Waiting for Dune,” he told her, without taking his eyes off hers. “He’s getting breakfast.”

“Really? You take your eggs to go?” She laughed.

“No,” he said, trying to hold back his own chuckle. “We ordered grilled muffins for the crew. We have a big tour today.”

“What kind?”

“What kind of muffin or tour?”

“Both.” She shrugged.

“Blueberry and whales.”

“Ah, oddly, those feel like they go together.”

“Yeah, the whales seem to enjoy the muffins.”

Galvin looked at Sail oddly and crinkled her nose.

“It’s a joke,” he told her.

“Phew. I didn’t know if I needed to call the wildlife people or not.”

“Definitely not. We’d never do anything to harm any sea life.”

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