Chapter 150

The sound rattled through the boat, up my poor ass, and into my teeth, where it knocked my jaw around like a heavyweight champ. Then the speedboat roared off. I clung to the bench for dear life, each bump sending me flying into the air, while salty water drenched me.

"This was the best you could find?" I yelled at my useless fiancé.

"It's perfect," he whooped.

"No. It's not. I am a Jew. We wandered in the desert for forty years. We like land." My voice rose in a screech as I almost flew out of the boat. Did I mention that lifejackets were not included on this fine vessel?

"I haven't had this much fun since the golems." He stretched his arms out along the boat's railing. "We should have gotten engaged sooner."

My life flashed before my eyes. Well, I think it did. It was hard to tell for the tangle of locks permanently plastered to my face, given we were driving into the wind.