Chapter 17Matthew was right on time again. He wore white Jamaica shorts and deck shoes, minus any socks, and an open hooded sweat shirt jacket over a blue tee with some sort of Hawaiian logo across the front.
“What kind of watch is that?” Rachael asked.
“It's a tidal chronometer. It's my dad's. I lost mine somewhere.” He slipped it off his wrist and handed it to her. “I'll show you how it works once we're under way.”
Excitement about sailing again was exemplified by his hurried attitude. He looked rugged and ready and too good to be true. With someone like that, he might lose interest in someone not thrilled about setting a public image.
Rachael wasn't like most people her age. Keeping up with the crowd wasn't for her. She didn't do any socializing. In time, Matthew would probably find
