357 SS4 04: The Honeymoon Cruise Package

"Stay back! Don't come any closer!"

"No! Stay where you are. I mean it. I'll let go."

"What do you mean no I won't? Don't presume to tell me what I will and will not do. You don't know me."

"You're distracting me. Go away."

"What in the world..." Ambryan had left to order drinks for him and his wife. His aviator sunglasses shielded his eyes from the sun. White shorts and three unbuttoned blue short sleeves, he had captured the eyes of many.

So did his wife but for a different reason.

Eve paced up and down the poop deck. The hem of her maxi skirt trailed behind her whichever direction she headed for. She wore a hat as protection from the sun. Despite her frustrated stomps around the deck, elegance fell on her shoulders.

The scowl between her eyebrows deepened.

Ambryan stopped a few meters away from her. "Eve, what are you doing?"

"I know what ice fishing is!" She glared in return.