The waiter grilled the fish we caught for us to enjoy together. Both the winners and losers of the bets were happy. Losing money didn't hurt as they enjoyed the delicious, fresh food that night.
I glanced at the yacht on our side. They moved to another spot after stopping behind us for quite a while. I didn't expect Yvonne to be watching us for hours. She must have wanted to know if Violet and I were serious.
“What's wrong, little dove? Why are you pouting?” I teased.
“Stop,” she said irritably.
“Oh. Why don't you call me hottie?” I continued, remembering what she'd called me when we were at the hotel restaurant.
Violet frowned even more. “I'm sure your friend switched the fish. Even though they're the same species, the fish he caught was bigger than the one you hooked.” She glanced a
