'You don't know him the way I do.' Jack began to haul on the halyard, and the main sail rose, flapping in the wind. 'He's in love with you, you know.'
'Gordie?' She laughed. 'I can't imagine.'
'And you know what I can't imagine?' he said softly, pulling her close beside him in the cockpit. 'That any man wouldn't be.' The wind suddenly gusted, filling the sail, and Sanneke-surged ahead, slicing through the waters of Galveston Bay.
'Ready about,' said Jack. And he steered them through the wind, turning the bow west. Guided not by the stars, but by the lights shore.
The lights of home.
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