“Everything okay down there?" Benson called out to her from above.
“Yea…I mean, yes. Sorry." She spun around, swallowing the lump that formed in her throat. She forced herself away from the bed and back to the countertop with the waiting wine, but not before taking a glance at the rest of the boat. Behind her, opposite the counter sat a small bench with a table, and toward the aft of the boat was another, much smaller, bed. She stared at the dark hole a moment, thinking she would definitely get claustrophobic if she slept under there, but she could imagine his grandkids having fun pretending it was a cave or hideout.
Grabbing two glasses, she filled each partway with the Merlot and then made her way back topside. Benson headed the boat south on the Banana River, the wind coming off the r
