“Alright, I can’t argue with that. Just call me your Prince Charming.” He flashes a smug smirk.
A snort escapes me. “You mean a freak in the sheets, King.”
Travis turns down a road where the lake is directly beside us. The sky is crystal blue, and the September sun is high in the sky.
As soon as Travis pulls into a giant parking lot, I see a huge boat.
I turn to him, excitement taking over. “We’re going on that?”
“Yep! It’s called the M.S. Dixie. It’s the largest cruising ship on the lake.” He takes my hand when we’re out of the car. I interlock my fingers with his, and we walk toward the resort. We sign in and go to the gift shop while we wait.
I grab one of the straw hats from the rack.
“You should get it,” Travis suggests. “Looks sexy on you.”
“Really?” I ask, taking a peak
