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The limo took us to the port, but not the commercial area. We parked at the ramp in the private bays that housed the yachts and motorboats. Several of the boats cost more than a block’s worth of residential housing. The white-painted bays with their covered ports glistened in the bright sun. Blake stepped out and unfurled his umbrella to shade himself against the harsh light.
He half-turned to me and smiled. “Have you ever had the pleasure of yachting on the bay?”
I shook my head. “No. I don’t exactly have a first-born to barter for that trip.”
David leaned towards me and lowered his voice. “We could change that.”
I rolled my eyes and pushed him away. “Get your mind out of the gutter and onto the boat.” I glanced at the dozens of private fishing boats and yachts, and turne
