Gentle waves lapped against the hull, rocking us back and forth, as the boat continued to glide along. A couple of men waiting for us on the dock seized the railing, drawing us toward them until they were able to tie ropes around the poles of the canopy hanging over our heads. I rose to my feet and with clammy hands reached for my suitcases. My stomach so tied in knots, I could barely focus. “Why are you shaking?” Lisa wrapped her hand around my wrist and squeezed. “Are you cold?” “I don’t think anyone could be cold here. I have no idea why. I think I’m just nervous and excited and . . . crazy.” “You’re supposed to relax on a vacation, duh.” “I know. I know.” “You sure about that?” I shot her a glare that caused her to laugh as I hoisted my luggage out of the boat. A man on the dock captured the handles from me and nodded.
