Chapter 8
“Okay, when do we want to take the paddlewheeler trip,” Kevan asked while he and Craig waited for the waitress to bring their meals. It was Friday night and they were at one of their favorite restaurants, not too far from where they both worked.
“Sunday?”
“I think we settled that, already. But which Sunday?”
“The one two days from now,” Craig replied.
“You are in a hurry to get on the water.”
“I remember taking one with Scott. It was fun.”
Of course it was. You were with him. Kevan couldn’t help the flash of jealousy he felt when Craig said Scott’s name, even though he knew it was unwarranted. “Sunday works for me. Do you have any idea of the schedule?”
“Nope, but I can find out.” Craig took out his phone. “There’s the jazz cruise. We’d have to board at six-thirty, and it
