Chapter Seventy-two
Tyson dropped the binoculars to her chest. “That’s the first question I’m going to ask him. Steer north of the raft and come to a stop. The wind will blow us down on him. Amy and I will go out on deck and haul his sorry ass aboard.”
Cat could see the raft now and brought the crew-boat around in a wide arc. Once positioned to the windward side she cut the engines and stood by the wheel as Amy and Tyson prepared to go out onto the rolling deck. “Careful,”Cat warned, “can’t afford to lose either one of you.”
Caught broadside to the swells, the crew-boat rolled heavily and Tyson had to time her dash to the rail. “He’s dressed in a damned bathrobe,”she shouted over a shoulder and reaching down, she wound a fist in the collar and hauled back. Susan came up over the railing
