Chapter 13

“You think of everything,” he murmured.

“My attempt at being romantic.” Darrell ducked his head.

Travis reached for his hand. “It’s sweet. I like it.”

Darrell smiled shyly. “Yeah? Good. I’ll pour us glasses.”

The small bottle had a twist-off cap rather than a cork and he quickly filled the glasses and handed one to Travis. He was finding it rather nice to be wooed. He’d done most of the wooing with Alan. And it was something he wouldn’t have expected from Darrell.

“Now, we have chicken salad sandwiches, apples, chips, and potato salad.”

“Yum.”

Darrell sorted out the food and they ate and drank, just enjoying each other’s company and the views of the ocean and Channel Islands just outside the galley window.

“Thank you again. This was really great.”

“Did you have nice birthdays with Alan?” Darrell asked as he repacked the picnic basket.