I walked her around the boat, showing her where she would be staying and that her luggage was delivered to the stateroom. “My room and Daisy’s room are at the other end of the boat; I believe my parents’ room is as well.”

“Thanks.” She fidgets with her hands nervously. “Think I’ll take your recommendation and go for a swim.” She stares at me like she wants me to say I’ll join her or maybe she wants me to step into her room. I’m tempted, so tempted to push her onto ...