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Gabrielle
“We’re gonna look for dolphins! I love dolphins!”
So much for a quiet walk alone. But I couldn’t stomp on Kiki’s enthusiasm, and if she wanted to go dolphin-spotting, then that should be encouraged.
“You want to go sit on the beach?”
“No, no, in the boat. Nico said we can go in the boat.”
He what?
“The boat?” Colt asked, perplexed. Were his thoughts as jumbled as mine right now?
Nico was sitting on a steamer chair beside the cabana, a glass of what looked like orange juice in his hand, except it had a tiny umbrella sticking out of the top and a cherry hooked over the rim.
“I said we could take the boat out if you agreed.”
“Please, Daddy. Pleeeeeeease.”
“Is it safe?”
“Well, nothing’s one hundred percent safe, but I have life jackets and there’s a coastguard station
