Chris agreed it was nice, if you didn’t mind being on something so small and getting tossed around like a toy boat in a bathtub. Personally, Chris preferred having a destroyer beneath his feet. Of course, most Navy ships he’d been on didn’t have wait staff distributing appetizers and alcohol. “For what I’m sure it cost, you might want to call it a yacht and not a boat.” He glanced down at Darci as the wind whipped her hair. He watched a shiver run through her. “You didn’t bring a jacket?” “I didn’t have anything that matched my dress.” She said it as if it made all the sense in the world. Women and their fashions. He’d never understand them. “It’s going to get cold the minute the sun sets. And you know I can’t give you my jacket.” He widened his eyes and hoped she got the hint. “I know. Because it’s hiding your hardware.” “Yup.” He laughed and shook his head, not bothering to correct her that he never referred to his weapons as that.
