"Where are we going?" Ruby asked, expecting another high-end restaurant with white linens and stiff waiters. Knowing Max, she knew it was going to be something spectacular. "Another fancy restaurant?"
"No, but I hope you like it," Max replied, a mysterious edge to his voice.
The SUV didn't head for the city center. Instead, it carved a path toward the coast. When the salt air began to fill the car, Ruby sat up, her eyes widening, as she took in the view. They pulled up to a private port where a massive, sleek yacht bobbed gently in the water.
"I had the chef prepare something special for you, a mix of everything you like," Max said with a casual shrug, as if he were talking about a sandwich in a park. "I thought a little spin on your yacht wouldn't be a bad lunch date."
