<br/><strong>Emily</strong><br/><strong>On the boat</strong><br/><strong>Heading to shore</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“Oh, I’m not really into guys,” Emily said with a little laugh, throwing caution to the winds in her disappointment.  “and I’m not ready to settle down really, anyway.  I still intend to get back home to New Zealand, one day.   Don’t call me ‘Miss Emily’ either, I’m not some spinster out of an old film!</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“So, your boyfriend was cheating on you?  What a shame.”</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">She managed to get herself back together enough to look at Chrissie again.  How a boy could have her and carelessly lose her she did not know.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“Here I’ll take over now, to take her into the marina.”  They were a few hundred yards from the entrance.  Emily steered them in and tied up at her berth.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“OK?  I hope you had fun? I’ll run you home.  You must come out again sometime, when it’s not raining!  Or come for a sail on my Hobiecat perhaps, when I’ve got it.”  Emily didn’t go so far as to mention it only took two, but she did look more at Chrissie than Sam as she said it.  She didn’t mention it was a wet boat either, to be sailed in cozzies; that could come into it later on, if she ever saw them again.</span><br/><br/>