Veritas

AFTER RECEIVING MOORING instructions from the Bitter End harbormaster, Grey clipped the radio back into place and turned around in her seat to look for Lauren, who had spent the majority of the morning camped out on the starboard dive platform with Reid while Kim and Will attended to the older boys, whose stomachs did not appreciate the gentle pitch and roll of the boat as they sailed.

Grey had watched off and on during the trip as Lauren taught Reid how to cast a fishing line that was rigged with only a light casting weight, nothing heavy enough to get caught in their wake and pull the rod out of his hands, and he was now casting and reeling-in his line like a pro.

Though she hated to break up his fun, Grey needed Lauren’s help to get them hooked up to their assigned mooring ball in the harbor, and she sighed as she slid out of her chair. “Lauren!”

Lauren looked up to where Grey was standing on the bridge, and shielded her eyes from the sun with left hand even as she fisted her right around one of the straps that ran along the back of the lifejacket Reid was wearing so that she had a good hold on him. “Yeah?”