Eighteen
When I took my coffee upstairs, I wished Jonas a good nap, barely able to meet his eyes. I’d tucked my toy away in its proper place, banished until I was well and truly alone. I could see Tahiti in the distance and by the time Jonas was awake again, we were approaching the pass for the reef. Jonas stood at the bow, watching for hazards as I navigated us into the reef, Tahiti’s famous surf breaking waves on either side.
We made it in easily and motored past Eik on a mooring ball. Jonas watched as we passed by. No one came outside, and their dinghy was gone. To save some money, I was staying one night on a mooring ball outside the marina, and Jonas helped me secure Welina.
“We could inflate my dinghy and row you over to Eik?” I asked once we were settled in.
Jonas looked thought
