The occasional cloud waltzed far above and the air still held the remnants of the warm day. The lights of Eastbourne sparkled in the distance across water as flat as her mood. At least the weather was perfect for the evening cruise. Thank goodness. Late April could go either way, and it wasn’t the same on a cold, rainy night. She studied the boat sitting alongside the wharf. This whole dinner cruise on the harbor was a new addition to the itinerary. In the past, this night had been designated for a low-key quiet dinner at the hotel for people to order room service or do whatever they liked, since they were exhausted from another big day and needed time to pack for the flight the next morning. But nooo. Someone had to go and complain that they hadn’t come all the way to New Zealand and paid through the nose for a luxury tour to be left to eat in the hotel and—ta-da!—here they were. Her suggestion that she would happily organize dinner out for anyone in the group who wanted it had been met with a determined silence from the head office.
