Chapter 118

Oh, God. Not only did Scooter have a business to run that often depended on the hauls that smaller fishing boats took in, but he worked closely with Kat, who had an unfinished doctorate in oceanography and conservation and was—in her spare time—an activist for ecological balance in the coastal waters.

Andy rolled his eyes dramatically. “Come on, Wes; you’re not going to drag politics to the dinner table, are you? You’ll give us all indigestion. Besides, you’re monopolizing Scooter and leaving poor Roni with no one to talk to.”

“But,” Roni said, fluttering her lashes, “I’d love to hear about Andy and climbing over the zoo wall. I don’t think I’ve heard that one before.” Roni was such a fibber. She’d heard that old yarn at least a half-dozen times that Andy was awareof. But it distracted Wes, which was a godsend, so Andy was willing to groan and pretend to be embarrassed as Wes talked up Andy’s middle-school antics.