CHAPTER 7
Lincoln boarded the Lady Jane in three long steps. A little out of breath, still agitated because of all the problems he’d had getting there, it was a relief to finally arrive. Only a couple of minutes before 8:00am, so he wasn’t late. Even after everything that had happened.
Halfway down the hill Lincoln had realized he wasn’t dressed properly to Captain the boat for tourists. He had to turn his buggy around, go back to the house and find a clean white polo and his grey Reefs, which were old and a little gnarly around the edges, but the only deck shoes he had. No time to put them on, he shoved them in a knapsack and took off again.
When he was already past the small town full of closed shops, almost to the marina, Luke texted him.
Don’t forget champagne.
“Champagne?!” Linco
