over him.
He tasted the cold water in his mouth, and he quickly slicked his auburn hair from his face as the catamaran raced closer to the shore. He passed the outer buoys of the harbor and sped around the point. He let out more line, pushing him higher into the air as the boat groaned. The speed was intense as the boat careened into each wave and sent more bursts of water into the air.
CRAC K . The sound of cracking wood and stained metal shrieked in the quiet air, and Mackenzie found himself floating in midair as the boat gave way beneath him. After what seemed like several seconds, he splashed into the water below and everything was quiet once again.
6
Lizzie and Nicole spent the entire day shopping for the party. They had visited the caterer, florist, ice sculptor, and had finished their day on the deck of a huge luxury sailing boat in the harbor. Lizzie couldn't believe the size. She walked around the deck as Nicole negotiated the price.
"Are you serious? We're not even leaving the dock! There is no way that's your low price," she heard Nicole bark.
The upgraded budget had also included an upgraded venue, which meant finding something unique and creative. Luckily, Nicole was very skilled at being unique and creative.
Lizzie stood on the deck and watched a huge catamaran as it disappeared around the point. The gulls were flying against breeze, barely moving as the wind pushed them higher from beneath their wings. Lizzie was transfixed, and took a deep breath as she watched the harbor.
"We got it," said Nicole with a victorious smile. Lizzie smiled, turning away from the water. "And with that little transaction, we are done for the day," said Nicole pumping her fist.
Leaving the harbor, Lizzie was happy when Nicole suggested massages. In the cab, Nicole called the masseuse and booked them together. Lizzie got the sense they were afraid of Nicole. They didn't even balk when she told them she was booking an appointment for two in five minutes. It was just what Lizzie needed.
Feeling the skilled hands of the masseuse on her shoulders made Lizzie relax for the first time in a week.
"Those Pebbles are good people," Nicole said as her masseuse worked on her lower back. "I know I told you to ask, but I can't believe she gave you a week off with zero notice."
"I was going to take the time later for my honeymoon anyway," said Lizzie.
"Oh right, sorry," said Nicole. She closed her eyes as her masseuse worked on her shoulders.
Lizzie thought for a moment about the honeymoon. Sam and Lizzie had disagreed about the destination. He had wanted to sit on a beach in the Caymans for a week, while she had favored taking a camper across country and sleeping in the cozy bed or underneath the stars. He probably would have gotten his way.
She was suddenly glad they hadn't come to an agreement and made reservations. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled as the strong hands of the masseuse pushed deeply into her shoulders.
7
When Mackenzie surfaced, he scanned the water for the remains of his catamaran. The twisted metal of the boat bobbed helplessly, overturned a few feet away. He quickly swam to the wounded vessel, took a deep breath, and disappeared below the surface of the waves. Swimming underneath the boat, he blindly made his way to the seat where he was sailing just moments earlier. His fingers numbly searched the surface of the metal near his seat. He felt nothing. He traced the smooth metal of the hull with his fingertips. His lungs burned but he pressed forward, meticulously exploring the floor of the boat.
Finally, The tip of his finger hooked on something metallic and he reached further. He wrapped his hand around a large carabiner, and followed a string to a small waterproof bag. With one swift motion, he released the clip and placed the bag tightly between his teeth. Pushing hard against the water with his palms, he worked his way
He tasted the cold water in his mouth, and he quickly slicked his auburn hair from his face as the catamaran raced closer to the shore. He passed the outer buoys of the harbor and sped around the point. He let out more line, pushing him higher into the air as the boat groaned. The speed was intense as the boat careened into each wave and sent more bursts of water into the air.
CRAC K . The sound of cracking wood and stained metal shrieked in the quiet air, and Mackenzie found himself floating in midair as the boat gave way beneath him. After what seemed like several seconds, he splashed into the water below and everything was quiet once again.
6
Lizzie and Nicole spent the entire day shopping for the party. They had visited the caterer, florist, ice sculptor, and had finished their day on the deck of a huge luxury sailing boat in the harbor. Lizzie couldn't believe the size. She walked around the deck as Nicole negotiated the price.
"Are you serious? We're not even leaving the dock! There is no way that's your low price," she heard Nicole bark.
The upgraded budget had also included an upgraded venue, which meant finding something unique and creative. Luckily, Nicole was very skilled at being unique and creative.
Lizzie stood on the deck and watched a huge catamaran as it disappeared around the point. The gulls were flying against breeze, barely moving as the wind pushed them higher from beneath their wings. Lizzie was transfixed, and took a deep breath as she watched the harbor.
"We got it," said Nicole with a victorious smile. Lizzie smiled, turning away from the water. "And with that little transaction, we are done for the day," said Nicole pumping her fist.
Leaving the harbor, Lizzie was happy when Nicole suggested massages. In the cab, Nicole called the masseuse and booked them together. Lizzie got the sense they were afraid of Nicole. They didn't even balk when she told them she was booking an appointment for two in five minutes. It was just what Lizzie needed.
Feeling the skilled hands of the masseuse on her shoulders made Lizzie relax for the first time in a week.
"Those Pebbles are good people," Nicole said as her masseuse worked on her lower back. "I know I told you to ask, but I can't believe she gave you a week off with zero notice."
"I was going to take the time later for my honeymoon anyway," said Lizzie.
"Oh right, sorry," said Nicole. She closed her eyes as her masseuse worked on her shoulders.
Lizzie thought for a moment about the honeymoon. Sam and Lizzie had disagreed about the destination. He had wanted to sit on a beach in the Caymans for a week, while she had favored taking a camper across country and sleeping in the cozy bed or underneath the stars. He probably would have gotten his way.
She was suddenly glad they hadn't come to an agreement and made reservations. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled as the strong hands of the masseuse pushed deeply into her shoulders.
7
When Mackenzie surfaced, he scanned the water for the remains of his catamaran. The twisted metal of the boat bobbed helplessly, overturned a few feet away. He quickly swam to the wounded vessel, took a deep breath, and disappeared below the surface of the waves. Swimming underneath the boat, he blindly made his way to the seat where he was sailing just moments earlier. His fingers numbly searched the surface of the metal near his seat. He felt nothing. He traced the smooth metal of the hull with his fingertips. His lungs burned but he pressed forward, meticulously exploring the floor of the boat.
Finally, The tip of his finger hooked on something metallic and he reached further. He wrapped his hand around a large carabiner, and followed a string to a small waterproof bag. With one swift motion, he released the clip and placed the bag tightly between his teeth. Pushing hard against the water with his palms, he worked his way
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