Chapter Seven

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I asked as I climbed into Brad’s silver convertible.

“Don’t worry I’ll feed you.”

“I’m not worried about food.” Please don’t growl stomach.

“You’re not dressed for what we’re about to do.” Brad glanced at the leather dress screaming for relief.

I hoped Sydney didn’t like this dress because I might have to cut it out when I get home.

“I dressed for fancy brunch.”

Brad turned to the left down a spiraling road from the gate of his house. A few minutes into the drive sparling blue water materialized with an array of boats on the dock.

“I didn’t take you for a fishing guy.” I said when the car parked.

“Actually, I am. Have you ever been on a boat?”

“Does a canoe count?”

Brad shook his head and climbed out of the car.