*Lucas*
Another day, another island boat tour. This one went off without a hitch, as most of them thankfully did. Aidan was with me again, and the eight passengers on board had a wonderful time. It was always great to see the look on their faces as they took in the lovely tropical sights, feeling like they were in the midst of paradise–which this was, save for the occasional tropical storm that destroyed things and disrupted lives.
And once again, on the dock waiting for me as we approached shore was Lauren. I smiled at seeing her, dressed in a floral top and white shorts, along with her sandals. But I was also troubled over her. I wanted to talk with her about the weird way she had been acting lately. I felt like she was keeping something from me, but I couldn’t figure out what, and it was driving me crazy.
