The caller ID said the call was coming from Virginia. A customer. With a mild curse, she fumbled to mute the music’s volume, lowered Katie into her activity station, and grabbed the receiver. “Cloud Nine Boat Rentals, this is Allison.” Not bad. She’d sounded like she knew what she was doing. Maybe. “Yes, hello,” a male voice said on the line. “I’m interested in reserving a houseboat for Independence Day weekend, and your website said to call for rates and availability.” Crap. Allison had no idea where to begin looking for such information other than going to find Theo. “Sure. Thank you for your interest. That’s one of our busiest weekends,” she guessed. “Let me check the availability. Would you mind holding?” With another, more stringent curse, she dug up the only calendar she’d found in the office from the middle desk drawer. It had not a single word written on it, but only lines of different colored highlighters and shape stamps.
