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"I'm fine." I suppressed the fleeting thought that raced through my mind. I wasn't sure if others also wore those rosy red diving suits. After all, we weren't the only couples out on the waves.

I was fine; my palm just needed some medical attention. The yacht was equipped with a first-aid kit, and Jones carefully treated my wound and bandaged it up.

By the time we had finished, it was time for lunch. Catherine proposed, "Damon, why don't we prepare lunch here with Ms. Brooks and her partner? What do you

think?"

She and Damon had caught some fresh seafood, which she'd brought on deck.

"Let's just head back to the hotel," Jones declined quickly.

But I agreed, "It's okay. Let's all eat together. My hand is injured, so I might not be much help with the cooking."

Catherine laughed off my concern, "No worries. I'll do the cooking. You guys can sample my culinary skills."