BY THE TIME I GOT BACK to the marina, the barbecue had already started. I put my box of brownies down on one of the tables. I saw lots of different types of salads, but no desserts. People sure were going to be glad I stopped by the bakery.
I saw Scooter walking down the dock toward the patio. I waved at him but he didn’t notice. He kept stopping and admiring each one of the sailboats along the way. It was bad enough that he’d paid more attention to Marjorie Jane than to me, but now he was paying more attention to all sorts of other sailboats as well. He was so lost in his daydreams that he bumped into me at the end of the dock.
“There you are. I was wondering what happened to you. Great news—I finished signing all the paperwork, and Marjorie Jane is officially ours!” He grinned. It was
