I set her down on the dock right in front of The Ariel. She looks like a castle, rising a couple stories high out of the water. Blue lights flood the water around the yacht so it looks like the boat is floating on a cloud. The black and white paint job gleams in the moonlight.
Willow’s mouth falls open as she stares at the luxury vessel. “Who’s… going to drive it? Or, like, sail it, or whatever. You know what I mean.”
“I know how to do everything.”
She rolls her eyes. “Except woo women, apparently.”
I laugh. “I know how to do that, too. You’ve just never seen me try.”
She flinches, but turns her face away quickly. She doesn’t want me to see all the emotion on her face.
Little late for that, though. She’s been wearing her feelings on her sleeve for the last couple of days. Even more t
