Chapter 8

“I do.”

“More champagne, that’s my Hollywood dream.” He signaled their waiter, and just like that, it came true.

They cracked each other up brainstorming through ever-more elaborate Love Boat plots:

“Naturally, her father doesn’t approve because he’s not the right sort…”

“What he doesn’t approve of is how short his shorts are…”

“I see Raven-Symone as the former Broadway star whose agent books her on the cruise but forgets to tellher it’s unpaid.”

“So she has to cocktail to pay her fare, and Isaac falls in love with her.”

“This shit writes itself.”

Eventually they fell quiet, although they continued to gaze, tittering, into each other’s eyes. Felix reached across the table and took Shep’s hand. “I had a great time last night, Sheppy.”