After cruising around the lake for about forty minutes, I began to wonder if he knew where we were going. When I asked him about it, he didn’t respond. This time, instead of getting angry, I focused on enjoying the boat ride. Ten minutes later, however, I found that we were back by his side of the lake.
“Are we going back?” I asked in shock as we began to slow.
“Not quite.”
I was very confused when we pulled up to a dock that was only a few hundred yards from Jordan’s.
“What are we doing here?” I asked, bewildered.
“You’ll see,” he said as he maneuvered the boat up to the dock. I watched as he cut the engine, and then jumped out of the boat to tie it down. When he was finished, he grabbed the duffel bags and then held out his hand to me.
I frowned.
“Come on,” he said. “Grab my hand.
