fatherspentstofhistiontheboat,heprettyisleadingiressionanddescribedithadbeenliketostarttheshopandhistypicaldaysrangely,hesaidnothingatallaboutcatherine,overheresauldonlywonder
astheytalkedon,theskytuedtoblathefreshair,thebreezeintheirfaentoftheboatallnspiredtoeasetheirearlieervousness
aftereerthelasttishedhadadatelikethisnotonagain,nordidheseeoexpeorefroerthiseveningstofthenshetinbostonseedtosharetheattitudethatiftheyethinguitattitudebuttypicalnohelessandshefoundthechangerefreshing
edtobesavoringasilentntforhielfblohisseat
”ithinkitsabouttiostasifregrettingthatthetripingtoanend
afeinuteslatertheboatuchstrongerthanithadbeenearliergarrettstoodatthespokeforalongselfsooffbalance
ontheirlastsailtogether,iliarity
laterthatnight,afterkinglove,catherinelaybygarrettsside,skiingherfingersacrosshischest,sayingnothing
”areyouthinking”heaskedfinally
”justthatididntthinkiteoneaschasiloveyou,”shewhispered
garrettranhisfingerdoherineseyesneverlefthis
”ididntthinkither,”heansly”idontknoideverdohoutyou”
”akeaprose”
”anything”
”ifanythingeverdoeshappento,prosethatyoullfindsooneelse”
”idontthinkiuldloveanyoneexceptyou”
”justprose,okay”
ittookanttoansakesyouhappy,iprose”
hesledtenderly
”iappy,garrett”
eryfinallyfaded,garrettpasses,theyusedthestarstonavigatetheseasoverthere,youcanseepolarisitalsduenorth”
theresalookedupintothesky”hoaritis”
”youuserkerstarscanyouseethebigdipper”
”sure”
”ifyoudrathetakeupthetipofthespoon,theyllpointtothenorthstar”
theresausingaboutgarrettandthethingsthatinterestedhisailing,diving,fishing,navigationbystarsanythingtodoed,thattobealoneforhoursonend
honehand,garrettreachedforthenavybluerainathedleftneartheedtohavesailedaroundthentinentofafrica,butnoonebelievedthattheyhaddoneitbecausetheyshatthenorthstardisappearedhalfhroughtheirvoyagebutithad”
”why”
”beispherethatshoostthousandyearsbeforethey”
shenodded,iginingtheirfaraanitbitious,orevenportant,heseedtolivelifeonhisosthereethingsteriousanddifferentabouttheethingsetbefore
garrettglancedatherselfpicturingitolightlytracetheoutlineofhercheekheshookhisheadthen,tryingtopushthethoughtaway
butheuldntthebreezeadesothingtighteninhisstochhoenortherightpacenortherightpersondeepdohingagain
”ihopeiotboringyou,”hesaidfinally,ness”ivealerestedinthosetypesofstories”
shefausthavegohroughitsnoteasytoheadintosothingpletelyforeign”
”no,itsnot,”hesaid,feelingasifshedsohoind
thelightsfrohebuildingsalongtheshoreseedtoflickerinthesloadeanotenottoforgetitarina
eventhoughgarretthadsaidheusuallysailedalone,sheeanshekneationsheogive,hehadntquestion
