4
Everything about this night had been a disaster. First, Sophie had laughed at Mark’s hint about getting more serious.
“You want to prove you’re committed? Time to meet the family, bub.”
“But they’re in Connecticut.”
“Yes, they are. Is that a problem?”
“You know I can’t leave the marina. I never leave—”
“Then can we drop this and pick a movie? I’m feeling chick flick but with robots.”
Then Mark had remembered that he’d left a present for Sophie in the stockroom. She didn’t like boats, but she loved things with boats on them, like the tote bag he’d ordered for her.
But when he’d opened the door, he’d nearly gotten knocked out by a flying varnish can.
And then by the sight of Gracie in her PJs.
The bunny on her sleep shirt wore glasses. Pink, oval glasses. Also, her shorts were so
