Sailing In Style

Cy thought the only disgruntled spirit stalking the River King was Irene Hershey herself. It would certainly give him the shivers to encounter her at midnight on deck. “Right. Well, I just stopped in to take some photos.”

“So,” Flo said, a pink cast to her full cheeks. “Are there any men on the boat?”

Cy squashed a smile. “Some of the employees would answer to that description.”

“I was thinking about guests, actually.”

“Ah, not sure. You’d have to ask Irene Hershey.”

“Don’t worry. If there’s a man aboard, I’ll sniff him out,” Flo continued with a little giggle, waving a paper flyer at him. “Oh, hey. There’s our acting teacher right there. The pretty one.”

Cy couldn’t help but glance at Piper. She was more than pretty as she floated among the ladies, distributing flyers. Her hair was loose, swinging in a strawberry-blond fringe around her shoulders. Did she know that the deep green of her shirt made her eyes shine like polished gems? Or that her denim jeans outlined her slender hips?

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