Suzanne kept a constant stream of directions and chatter going until she and Josh’s parents were safely settled into the romantic two-masted sloop, That’s Amore. She pointed out the sights as they pulled away from the harbor and cruised past Stargazer Beach. The observatory perched on the hill overlooking the ocean, the imposing bulk of Jupiter Point, the rundown airstrip not far from Stargazer Beach.
Jonas, the captain and owner of That’s Amore, offered them chilled peach Bellinis, then turned his focus to steering them toward the pretty islands that lay offshore. He was an expert at ignoring what was said on these sailing expeditions.
“Now, Mr. and Mrs. Marshall,” Suzanne began.
“Oh no, sweetie,” Anne interrupted. “Please start over without using his name.”
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