“SCOOTER, CAN YOU TAKE this? I’ve got to get going,” I said, holding up a paper bag.
“Just a minute,” he said. He walked up to the bow of the boat and handed Ben a toolbox. Ben rummaged through it, plucked out a wrench, opened the anchor locker, and started doing whatever it is you do with a wrench. Scooter leaned over the lifelines and grabbed the bag from me. “What’s this?” he asked.
“Some sandwiches I picked up from the Sailor’s Corner Cafe for you guys to have for your lunch.”
Ben stopped what he was doing and set the wrench down beside him. “Thanks, Mollie! You didn’t happen to get any brownies as well while you were at it?” he asked with a sly grin.
“Nope, sorry. Maybe next time,” I replied, neglecting to mention that I had a dark chocolate mint swirl bar in my purse. Mrs. Moto h
