““Given the slant of the sun through the porthole, they were now edging into evening, which meant she needed to go topside to see about getting them back to the docks. She refused to think about the ribbing she was going to face for having been out on the boat so long. Not that Delia’s delectable weren’t worth an extended lunch break, but it was unlikely anyone would think they’d spent that entire time at anchor marveling over lobster rolls and hush puppies while staring at the distant horizon line.””
