I head back to the kitchen to find Carlos swearing at burnt toast, “I'm sorry, I ruined it and if I do more now the eggs will get cold” he mopes.
“It's not that bad” I soothe, “lets just scrape off the black bits then you won't know the difference” I say, picking up a piece and running a knife over the offending parts, “see” I show him the result, perking him up slightly.
We eat our burnt toast and lukewarm eggs before taking a quick shower together; it's my new favourite thing to do, with the exception of having sex with him of course.
We head out to meet Blair and John shortly after, I've left my hair to dry naturally, which could prove to be a frizzy mistake, but I'm so contented with my lot right now, it just doesn't bother me.
As soon as we find them I pull Blair to one side, leaving the boys to talk fishing or golfing or what ever boys talk about.
“Here” I say placing the small, pink, heart shaped stone she gave me two days ago in her palm, “it worked like magic, I think I can safely say it's bought me more than my fair share of love now” I smile gratefully at her.
“I'm so glad it all worked out, you look positively radiant compared to the last time I saw you. Keep hold of it though, I'd never forgive myself if you ended up jinxing it by giving this away!” she laughs, handing it back to me. I'm secretly happy that I get it back, even if it has nothing to do with fate bringing Carlos back to me, it's still a pretty keep sake and something to remember Blair by when I get home.
Carlos suggests we take the boat out for a spin, we have to take a smaller one out to it, but thankfully it too is motorised so there's no chance of me having to row!
Carlos picks me up and deposits me in even though it's on the sand and Blair jumps in beside me, while the boys push us out into the waves. Neither of them seem to struggle with getting in when the time comes, I guess Carlos has done it millions of times before, but I don't know about John; he mounts it without any problems all the same.
The engine roars into life, speeding us towardsCarla,his dad named the boat after his mother, he explains, which seems fitting as it's as majestic as she is.
I'm not familiar with boats, but it seems huge, with a sweeping front that ends in a point, ideal for sunbathing and fishing equipment off the back, already loaded and ready to use.
There's a raised cabin between the two, slightly towards the front, which I assume you drive from, there's no sails, confirming that it run on a motor instead.
When we pull up alongside it, Carlos ties our smaller one onto ropes that hang off the side, then produces a metal ladder from the floor of our vessel and hooks it onto the top ofCarla,before motioning for me to climb up. I give him a skeptical look, it seems sturdy enough but I'm not known as the most graceful person. Blair leaps to my rescue “I'll go first” she volunteers scaling the ladder with ease and jumping on board. John follows her dutifully and then there's just me and Carlos left, bobbing up and down on the waves.
“I'll be right behind you” Carlos assures me. OK Kate, come on, you can do this, it looks easy enough, just don't make a fool out of yourself, simple; I mentally psyche myself up.
With both hands firmly holding onto the rungs, I set one foot on, then the other; it's surprisingly much more stable than it looked. I take it one step at a time, Carlos's hand resting on my hip for support, all the way up. John meets me at the top, taking a strong grasp on my arms and hauling me over the edge onto firmer ground, while Carlos hops over himself.
Once we are all safely on board, Carlos gives us the grand tour. Below deck there's a bedroom furnished just how you would imagine; a double bed with navy blue bedding, cherry would finishes everywhere, varnished to an impossibly shiny level and three little porthole windows evenly spaced on each side of the room. The bathroom is the smallest I've ever been in, but mind you,