CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
Twenty minutes later, we were underway—with Rey and I reclining on the teak-heavy double berth that sported a pretty paisley comforter. Four folded fleecy blankets sat on the corner with three cases of bottled water beneath. Warm lighting came from one of two halogen lamps. There was a seat, hanging locker, cabinet, and ample space for storage.
“Rather nice,” she said, eyeing the sizeable cabin. “And comfortable.”
I concurred. “Slim’s a thoughtful man.”
“Among other things. At least he agreed at the last minute not to have Jack tie us up,” she said briskly and moved toward the rectangular cabin window and peered out. “Nothin’. Just lots of dark and wet. Think they’ll be looking for us?”
“Of course they will,” I assured her. “They already are, no question!”
“It won
