Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“Yes, although I almost ate my caramel apple. That was my plan until you offered to show me around.”
“Hey, sweetie. What can I get you?”
Galvin glanced at Sail, and then his plate. “What Sail ordered, except eggs over hard or fried. No yolk, please.”
“No yolk? It’s literally the best part of breakfast eggs!”
Galvin scrunched her nose. “It grosses me out.”
“Fair enough,” Sail said. There was no reason to argue over yolk or anything for that matter. He liked her and wanted to get to know her. Even if it meant they’d only be friends.
No, they should only be friends.
There was an awkward silence for a moment, neither knowing what to say next. This scared Sail. Conversation should be easy, especially when you want to spend time with someone.
“Do you think it’d be okay if I go behind the counter and get coffee?” She leaned toward Sail and kept her voice low.
“Of course, it is. Whether you’re working or not, you’re still an employee. Everyone is family here.”
Galvin excused herself. She poured herself some coffee and filled Sail’s mug.
“Thank you.” Once again, he found himself smiling over the littlest thing. How could something like her filling his mug make him feel giddy?
Galvin sat down and sipped her coffee. When she put her cup down, Sail saw an opening.
“What kind of law do you want to practice?”
She thought for a moment. “I’m not sure. I didn’t get into my top schools so big law is out. And I don’t want to be in debt the rest of my life so something that’ll make me money.”
Sail nodded. “A friend of mine in Miami, his mother does personal injury. She makes a ton of money.”
“I’ve heard that. It’s a possibility. I suppose it also depends on where I can get an internship.”
“Why’s that?”
Before she could answer, Penny put her food down in front of her and refilled her mug.
“I think that if you spend time with an attorney, learning, you’re likely to go into that type of practice.”
“Make sense.” Sail went back to eating. “I didn’t do any of my internships because it’s pretty much decided I’ll move back home and work the family business.”
“Really?”
Sail nodded and tried not to let his own words bother him.
“But what do you want to do?”
“I don’t know. I never actually thought about it because it seemed like a waste of time.”
“Okay,” she said. “But now, think about it. Pretend you don’t have to return to the family business. What does Sail Carter want to do?”
Sail gave it some thought. “I think I’d like to own a charter company. Sail people around the world. That sort of thing.”
“So not tours like Dune?”
He shook his head. “No, more like trips to South America or Europe.”
“Why not do it?”
He laughed a bit. “Oh, Jack is pretty insistent I come back. He wants to retire and with me getting a bachelor’s degree in business, I can take over for my parents.”
“Doesn’t Dune own the company?”
“No, we each own a percentage. Including Tidal and Crew.”
“Wow.”
“Yep, it’s a lot. My mom has a clam shack near the other beach I told you about this morning. We can go there for lunch if you want. Then we have the tour boats, this diner, and a few other irons in the fire.”
Sail looked at his plate and was surprised to find it empty. Same with Galvin’s. Somehow, they managed to talk and eat at the same time, and it wasn’t awkward. He asked her if she was finished. She nodded and he tossed down money for the check.
When they were outside, Galvin said, “I can’t believe you have to pay for food.”
Sail half laugh, half groaned as she directed her toward his car. “We have a lot of rules in the Carter house. My parents don’t want the people of Seaport to see us and think we’re spoiled or that we don’t have manners.”
To prove his point, he opened the car door for Galvin and waited for her to situate herself before shutting the door. And to show he wasn’t eager to spend the day with her, he casually strolled to the driver’s side. With his hand poised to open the door, he looked up and down the road. Mostly, he was curious if Dune had called their dad and tattled. Sail wouldn’t put it past Jack to investigate. When he didn’t see anyone from his family, he opened the car door and slid behind the steering wheel.
“Before I give you my tour,” Sail said as he started his car. “Is there something you want to see?”
“Not really.” Galvin angled her body slightly in his direction. Sail tried not to smile and when his lips continued to turn up, he ducked his head. This girl made him giddy.
“There are a few places I want to visit,” Galvin continued. “Like I want to tour the mansions. Go to the art gallery. And even the theater. I hear it’s haunted.”