A DASH OF TEMPTATION
David paused on the dock, taking a moment to appreciate the worn fiberglass hull, faded padded seats and fraying lashings.
She’d had a good life prior to his purchase, the last ten years of which had been spent moored right here in this berth, but he was going to give her an even better life now. One where she was appreciated, cared for and, most of all, used.
Fifty-footers like Blue Blood weren’t meant to be stabled. They were meant to be out there on the water, riding the waves, steering into sunsets and dreams.
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