From the edge of the dock, Drummer handed Maren a box of supplies, then climbed on board the Escapade.Maren dragged her gaze away from something she’d been staring at onshore and glanced Drummer’s way. “First dive in quite a while. I decided not to run and dive on the same day.” She took the box of supplies from his hands and turned toward the cabin. “Once I get back into the groove of things, I’ll be kicking your butt out on the sand, don’t worry.”“Can’t wait,” Drummer said, watching her go.More irritated than he liked, Thad glared down from the flybridge, where he was standing, toward the horndog masquerading as his photographer. “Keep your eyes in your head, Sideshow Bob.”Drummer chuckled and squinted up at him. “How did you know Sideshow Bob’s my favorite Simpsons character? He sure the hell has the most fun. Though Krusty gets all the babes.”“Blondie’s afraid of clowns.” Thad looked out over the docks, wondering what the hell Maren had been staring at.
