Chapter Fourteen
Early the next morning, and after only three hours of sleep, Lucky watched Ian pour the second cup of coffee and hand it to him. “Do you think the weather will cooperate today?” Ian asked.
“You couldn’t have asked for better sailing weather—nice winds and not too much chop on the water.”
“I hope you’re right.”
Lucky just raised a brow in return, then took the spoon from the sugar bowl.
Ian shoved a hand through his hair, something his friend only did when he was truly worried. “Well, what can I say? I’m a little nervous and want everything to go smoothly.”
“It will.” Lucky stirred his coffee, again pondering the events of the night before. He and Mary never made it to the shipyard office for their planned tryst. Lucky had noticed someone following Mary, so he closed
