“Sleeping in your house sounds like a good idea, Mark.” I ducked my head and stepped down into the cabin.
It was small, but it seemed to have all the comforts of home. Our overcoats were hanging from hooks beside a small sink, and what I thought might be a closet turned out to be the head. A couple of large boxes were in the space between two bunks, along with a large cooler and a squarish insulated bag. Regarding the distance between the bunks, I was glad Mark had decided against sleeping in here. Having four or five feet of space between us was not what I expected in a getaway I had envisioned as a romantic one.
The outboard rumbled to life, and I rejoined Mark on the deck. He was seated before the wheel, but there was another seat on the left side of the door to the cabin.
I sat down
