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All of them assembled on the beach to watch the hovercraft gliding across the water into the bay. Paige had one cameraman concentrating on the people, while the other filmed the sleek craft. Even Jason had to admit it looked like some sort of alien technology left behind from a science fiction film, the way it defied gravity. He wanted one. No, he needed one. The seaplane could wait. He wanted a hovercraft. It beat jet boats hollow. It'd be the perfect runabout around the islands. He could even take it fishing, letting it float on the surface long enough for fish to gather underneath it for the shade, then dropping a line or two over the side to tempt the fish to the surface for lunch.
Not by himself, though. He wanted someone to share it with. One of these girls, maybe. If a
