Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“And then hire people to sit on it and watch you,” Franny continues for him.
“Well, he can’t take the spot.” I shrug. “It’s taken, and from what I heard, this yacht club is full for the year, and there is a waiting list.” I drink another sip, my mouth becoming suddenly dry. “The only reason I got in was that the person who owned this boat before me had this dock slip for the last three years.”
“I want a boat,” Franny says, and Wilson groans.
“How about we just come here when you want a boat?” Wilson suggests.
“That’s a no.” I shake my head. “I don’t want you two defacing my spare bedroom.”
“We won’t have sex in the bed,” Franny says, smirking. “We can have sex in the captain’s chair.”
“Can we not, for the love of God, talk about the sex you have with my sister?” Cooper pleads. “I’m trying to enjoy my quiet time.”
All I can do is laugh at him, then I look over and see my father walking back with Chase followed by my mom and Julia. “How do you think Dad feels being without Uncle Max?”
“Like he lost a limb,” Cooper states. “I swear he wanted to FaceTime him this morning at like six when he woke up.”
“He must have called me Max,” Wilson says, “six times before I finally said, I’m Wilson.”
We all laugh, and he looks up from the dock. “What are you guys laughing at?”
“You,” I reply. He just glares, walks onto the boat, and comes up the stairs and then stands on the bridge looking out.
Chase walks past him and comes down to the front, sitting next to me. “How was the walk?”
“Do you want the good news or the bad news?” He looks at me, and I’m afraid to even answer him. Julia comes over and sits next to him. “The good news is he stopped every single person he saw out on their boat.”
“He did not.” I gasp, looking at Chase and then at my father.
“Oh, but he did.” Julia chuckles, tying her hair on top of her head.
“Bad news is that one guy told him he got something stolen off his boat five years ago.” I roll my lips. “The guy went on and on about it for fifteen minutes. Ask me what they stole.” I just shake my head. “A mop.”
“You’re kidding,” I say, looking at my father who puts his hands on his hips.
“No.” My father shakes his head. “If they are going to steal a mop from his boat, can you imagine what they will do with you?” he asks, and Chase next to me tries to keep from laughing. “They can sex traffic you, and then where would we be?”
“Sex traffic?” Franny says. “Dad, she’s in her thirties and not a virgin, who is going to pay for that?” She then looks at me. “No offense.”
“None taken. I agree I could maybe be sold for a goat or even a sheep depending on where they are sending me.”
“You are definitely not going to no sheik,” Franny huffs. “Now, as much fun as this was, I have to get home to my baby.” She looks over at Erika and Cooper, who nod at her. “But we will come back next week with the baby.”
“We should buy a boat,” Erika pipes up. “We can be sister boats.”
“Why is it that your family,” Julia says, standing up, “talks about buying boats, cars, and houses like it’s going to the store to pick up salt?”
“I’ve come to the point when we don’t question anything,” I say, getting up. “Let me walk you out.”
“Is that to make sure we leave?” Chase laughs at me as he walks up the steps to the bridge. “How many times do you think we’ll be stopped for pictures?”
“Can you not do that here?” I say. “This is where I live, and the last thing I need is people to point and be like, ‘you know who she is?’”
“No one is going to point at you,” my father assures me, “and if they do, it will be like, ‘don’t touch that girl because her father is going to cut your balls off and use them as bait.’”
“Look at you being clever with the boat talk,” my mother says, kissing his lips.
“Come on, I have to return you to Max in one piece,” Julia prods. “He gets cranky when he’s without you for too long.”
“Guy can’t live without me,” my father jokes.
“You literally called him ten times on our walk,” Chase cuts in, getting off the boat and holding his hand out for Julia.
“That’s because I forgot that I called,” my father says as he gets off the boat. We walk down the dock to the front gate, people definitely staring at the nine of us. “Well, the good news is I get the boat inspected tomorrow, and then it’s all ours.”