Chapter 12
The sun had already set. Harley and Connor were standing next to the water at the bay area. It was foggy that early evening, and Harley had no doubt Connor must have done something magical to the weather. That was the least of his concerns, though. He was now staring at the tiny boat, floating on the surface of the water close enough to the shore. He estimated he could probably sit comfortably on it, but that was it. He wouldn’t be able to move at all. There simply wasn’t much space. He wondered how both he and Connor were supposed to fit.
“Connor.”
Connor had a mischievous expression on his face. “Yes?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“But I’m worried about your sanity,” Harley said, pointing at the boat. “Have you lost your mind or something? How are we—”
“Patience, ba
