Now there was an offer even Cooper wasn't fool enough to pass up. "Mm-hmm. All hands on deck," he said, and scanned the waves around them. Rules of good seamanship said never leave the wheel unattended, no matter how empty the water looked, but damned if he was going to pass up an opportunity to have Sarah under his hands.<br/><br/>They were well out now, and so far as he could tell the sea floor had dropped away sharply beyond the harbor wall. The other pleasure boats out that day were a good deal farther out to sea. Now, if they could just avoid any crazy teenagers on jet skis ... Coop set his mental sonar to listen for the telltale whine of the crafts' engine, eased up on the throttle a little more, and looped a restraining strap around a wheel spoke to keep them bearing straight.<br/><br/>That done, he eased the bottle from Sarah's grasp and pivoted, still in the circle of her enfolding arm. "Now then," he said, letting his free hand trail up the length of her spine to the nape of her neck and down, down, to settle at the small of her back. "Make yourself comfortable, and I'll make sure you're properly taken care of." He punctuated that with a hint of a hug, then gave one of her hips a gentle nudge back toward the seat.