“Stephen, are you wearing Bermuda shorts?” one of the boys teased. “You look like a complete tourist.” “For twelve hours I am nothing but a tourist,” Stephen said adamantly. “I will at least pretend that I am on holiday. I have actually lost conception of what a holiday is like, but I can pretend.” “And why not?” Jane said. Who was she to argue with his logic? He did look ridiculous. Once the sun went down, his pasty legs would shine like beacons, but if he didn’t mind, then neither did she. Damon looked gorgeous as always in a lighter gray suit. A bit less formal, but he still looked like he stepped out of some Italian men’s magazine. The worst thing about it, she suspected, was that he didn’t even try, he just pulled something on and he looked awesome. “Where are we going?” Jane asked. “To the Boat Quay,” Damon answered. “It’s lovely, you’ll like it.”
