CHAPTER FOUR
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BRYAN STEERED THE YACHT carefully with an eye out on the lake, where lots of sails crowded the horizon. He wanted to avoid any problems and close calls due to inattention.
He kept his other eye on Becka, who was sleeping soundly under the canopy he had mounted on the deck that morning for her before setting sail.
A gentle breeze soothed his warm skin. The sun was high in the sky, and the air was hot. Now and then, the echo of a shout or a burst of laughter over the water reached his ears. Otherwise, everything was silent. He felt wrapped in another world, all by himself. He enjoyed it every time he went out on the lake.
When they left the harbor, they worked together, although he didn’t need anyone’s help to sail his small yacht. Yet, he found out that he enjoyed
