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Marina heaved an industrial-sized bag of flour onto the counter in Ginger’s mid-century kitchen. She and Kai had sold out of her baked goods and quiche at the farmers market in record time—just as Kai had forecast. Afterward, they stopped to pick up a food order. Marina was now buying supplies in bulk, improving her profit margin, not to mention her upper body strength.
As they were unloading, Kai said, “We have to ask Anne and Charles for a tour of their floating mansion before we start dinner.”
“I don’t know if we’ll have time,” Marina said, frowning. “I’m worried about the supplies on hand and prep work, let alone finding everything we’ll need in a new kitchen.”
Kai made a face. “Oh, come on. This might be our only chance to check out such a large boat.”
“Yacht,” Marina said, cor
