Chapter 129 : Snorkeling
*Shelby*
“What’re the plans for today?” I asked Michael as we were eating breakfast on our private deck.
I’d discovered a love for the yacht’s chef’s famous french toast, and I’d ordered it every morning since the very first on the yacht. I shoved the last piece of the decadently cinnamon-covered bread in my mouth as Michael sipped on his black coffee.
“I scheduled a private snorkeling tour for everyone this afternoon. I guess there are supposed to be sea turtles in the area, and I thought we’d test our luck and see if we could spot one. Do you think that’s something your friends will enjoy?” he asked.
“Are you kidding? That sounds absolutely amazing, Michael,” I said, leaning over the table to kiss him.
“I’m glad that you like the idea. I just have to finish up a few things for work before we head out. I’ll meet you down on the main deck at noon,” Michael said, setting his coffee cup down and heading back inside our stateroom.