Sami

We descend the old stone stairs. They’re steep and partially covered with overgrown grass and vines. For a moment I wonder if the city has demolished the old boathouse. There’s no doubt that it wouldn’t make the cut with today’s building codes. My sandals slip and Marshal turns and steadies me.

His strong hand secures my waist. “Are you okay?”

In the darkness, I can’t see the blue of his eyes, but in his familiar concerned tone I hear both my friend ...