Why can’t you do it?“We’re getting on, sweetheart.” The pressure from Scott’s hand intensified along her lower back, and Joy blinked her way back to the present. The family had moved ahead of them down the dock, corralling their kids onto the biggest boat at the end. Thankfully.
She and Scott stepped onboard, and Joy’s whole world wobbled with the undulation of the water. Her hand tightened in Scott’s, and he steadied her until she took a seat on a bench that ran the length of the boat. He sat next to her, grinned, and stretched his arms out like bird’s wings along the edge of the boat.
“There’s a breeze today,” he commented, and Joy turned her face into it.
“I love boats,” she said. “The ocean. All of it.”
“Is that right?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.” She turned toward him, the interest in
