MAYA

I looked from the steering wheel back to him, raising an eyebrow. "You're serious?"

"I am.”

I glanced around at the enormous boat beneath us, then back at the calm expression on his face. "I feel like there should be a license involved somewhere."

"Probably," he admitted with a shrug.

"And you're still handing it over to me?" I asked, eyeing him with suspicion.

"I'm not handing it over," he corrected, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. "I'm teaching you.”

Before I could protest again, he reached past me and started the engines. A low rumble vibrated beneath my feet as the boat eased away from the dock....