The yacht was big. Beth wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting, but it hadn’t been a floating vessel larger than the apartment she shared with her friends.
Beth stood on the dock mouth agape. She tilted her head back, eyes squinting in the bright morning light before she turned and blinked at the man standing next to her, looking completely at ease with his son on his hip, wearing loose white pants and an open baby-blue shirt.
"It's big," she said, because something had to be said and ‘woah’ just sounded childish.
"It is," Santiago agreed, completely not seeing an issue with her assessment.
"Boat," Kaleth said, which covered his position on the matter.
Beth smiled at the boy. “Yes, it's a boat.”
“No. It's a yacht,” Santiago contradicted almost automatically. He looked at his son then
