The waiter arrived with two more drinks, and Isabella and Cole both stirred theirs and tipped glasses at each other before polishing off their last for the night. Cole paid the bill with his credit card from the Coast Guard severance. He hadn’t touched it since leaving Key West. He flashed back to Panama for a moment and blinked a few times to straighten his thoughts out.
Isabella put her hand on top of his again and all the confused thoughts of Panama vanished. They meandered again around the marina, talking as they went. Cole pointed out features of the boats that he liked or didn’t like, and Isabella asked about the differences between America and the Caribbean.
At the far side of the marina, they walked past another hotel that hugged the opposite jetty leading into the harbor. Tall t
