Chapter 89

• Derek smelled dinner shortly after he exited the cockpit. Being pent up in that relatively small room had done a number on him. Just leaving the area made him feel like he’d stepped out of a confined space.
• “Take these two. Please. Thank you.”
• Derek heard Renee’s voice as he entered the kitchen area, along with the sounds of dishes being slid around on something. The familiar sound took him back to the many times he’d been on yachts over the years. Colleagues and clients often invited him along on trips, primarily out of appreciation for him having sold the yacht to them.