Chapter 28
Blake
We headed southward through gentle swells, my Whaler’s outboard chugging us at a slow, leisurely pace.
Wren lounged on the seat beside me, head turning nonstop as if taking in every second of the new experience, from the shore on our right to the ocean meeting the horizon on our left.
“This was one of the things on my bucket list you know,” she said, her eyes bright and her cheeks a gorgeous shade of pink.
She had told me over the phone earlier in the week which was why I’d chosen the event for our first official date. “Not getting sick are you?”
“No. This is…” she inhaled deeply, her smile growing, “absolutely wonderful. Growing up like I did, I never expected to enjoy an experience like this.”
“The sad facts of your childhood don’t make you trash, Wren.”
“It did,
