“You have to see it.”
Beth frowns. But she does not look up from her phone. “It’s too late to take the boat out, darling.”
“Nah.”
“You’ve been drinking.”
“You drive.”
She uses her toes to point at the wine glass on the coffee table. “I’ve had a few glasses myself.”
“Tom can drive.”
Beth lets out a heavy sigh. “You’re relentless.”
“I hate boats. I can’t swim,” Melanie says.
I know what she is thinking. We’ve had this talk before. Once when we were first together. When our relationship consisted of hotel rooms and time constraints. Her teaching me, me teaching her. Never let them take you to a second location. I give her a look that asks her to trust me. I can see she doesn’t.
Never let them take you to a second location. “That’s okay,” Mark tells her. “We won’t be doing much of t
