“Hey, Makayla, wait up,” Brian called from behind her.
Makayla turned and watched as he jogged up to her. The journey back to the dock had been exciting. They had docked the Defiance out in front of Henry’s house. Henry had a moveable centerboard that allowed him to raise it in shallow water. Even at low tide, the Defiance wouldn’t draw more than three to four feet of water. Henry said there was about six feet at the end of the dock.
“What’s up?” Makayla asked.
Brian slowed as he came closer. “Listen, I was wondering if you’d like to go out tonight. There’s a group of us meeting over at Archie’s on South Beach. I thought we could grab a bite to eat. They have a band playing and we could go for a walk along the jetty,” he said, shoving his hands in the front pockets of his shorts.
“Sure
