As they unloaded all the stuff from the tailgate and walked into the open garage, Emma stared at a sleek white and red boat parked off towards one side. It was big out of the water, and Emma was way out of her element looking at the beast of a boat.
"Come here," Matt said gently, walking up a ladder with a platform attached to it, kicking off his shoes, stepping inside, and beckoning her to come in. Emma followed Matt up the ladder, took off her sandals, and stepped nervously onto the boat.
She looked around, and she could tell it was well-loved and clean. The cushions were up probably to let the boat breathe while not in use, and she noticed a tunnel with seating leading towards the front.
"So we have seating up front and under here if you get too much sun," Matt pointed out to the c
