“That old man better keep his hands off my sweetie,” he said and leaned over to brush his lips across mine. “Oh, good Lord, he’s just a nice man. He lives in Destin, that’s only about twenty minutes from Seaside and what you’ll like best about him is his boat.” “What kind of boat?” He asked, perking up. “The best kind, a big boat.” I fumbled through my purse and handed him McKay’s card. “That’s not a boat that’s a yacht! When can I can I meet him? Did you give him your number, are you gonna run off with this guy on his boat?” “Don’t be silly,” I said and told him about McKay’s promise to call his casino host in Biloxi but I was pretty much casinoed out and maybe we’d stop another time. “No, buddy, let’s stop. I love finding new casinos and we don’t want to hurt the man’s feelings. How far is it, when will be there?”
