“OKAY, I THINK I GOT it. I can answer any questions they might have, and I can make a thorough check of the boat,” Kate concluded late in the afternoon, turning the computer off.
“Not a boat, but a yacht, baby. I’ve told you already. Men are sensitive about this s**t. You know boys and their toys,” Ryan grinned, looking up from the screen of his laptop.
“Well, whatever,” Kate shrugged. “I know the basics, and everything’s fine. I made the booking, and the charge cleared just fine, so I can go get the boat, sorry, yacht,” she corrected herself, “the day after tomorrow, early in the morning. Then we can finally leave Malaysia and go to greener pastures,” she summarized the situation.
Adam grunted his satisfaction. Their plight would finally end. He strode to the fridge and took a beer to
