Cooper grinned and slipped an arm around Sarah's waist. "Well, Miss Cummings, I was just thinking. Couple things, as it happens. First off, you might enjoy getting a look at the island from another perspective."<br/><br/>By now they had crossed the street and were ambling along the boardwalk that ran along the piers. Cooper stopped and leaned his free elbow against the railing that separated walkway from harbor.<br/><br/>"Second," he went on, "That was for damn sure the scariest cab ride I've been on in my life. It'd be a shame for your vacation to end with a taxi crash. So ... you see that booth over yonder?" He tossed his chin toward the small building at the head of one of the jetties. "If I'm reading that sign right, they rent boats. Fancy ones, I'm betting. Now, a place like the Place, they're bound to have an account with the tourist activities in the area."<br/><br/>He took another bite of his cinnamon ice cream oddity and continued. "So, what would you say to letting me run us back in one? It's a nice morning to be on the water. Plus I promise not to run anybody over or crash into any newsstands."