Page 104 of Love Overboard
I was done.
He didn’t get to play both sides.
And I refused to be the girl who let him.
No more.
This ended here, now, tonight, in this cab, without a word of declaration.
Starting tomorrow, Finn Pearson would be nothing more than a coworker. No more lingering looks. No more small, stolen touches. No more talking about a past that needed to stay buried.
If cutting him out meant bleeding for a while, I’d take the pain. Eventually, the bleeding would stop. Eventually, I’d scab and heal and only have the remnants of a soft pink scar, one I could easily ignore.
This was it for me. The final straw.
He could keep the memories.
I was done living in them.
CHARTER CONFESSIONAL
CLOSE QUARTERS
SEASON 4, EPISODE 9
CHARTER 7
PALMER HUGHES: BOSUN
PRODUCER
How are you feeling about the charter guests coming aboard for charter seven?
PALMER
It’s not the guests I’m concerned about — it’s the weather.
PRODUCER
Uh-oh. What’s going on?
PALMER
These guests pay a small fortune to come on this yacht for a few days, and they expect it to be everything they ever dreamed of: crystal blue water, soft white sandy beaches, endless cocktails served on a sunny upper deck, all the water toys they can think of, six-star service… but allthat goes right out the window when a storm moves in. A little rain is one thing, but thirty-five knot winds, a gale warning, lightning, and buckets of rain?
Palmer shakes head.
PALMER
That’s when it becomes a nightmare — especially for the interior. Because suddenly, you’ve got to make a yacht charter worth $100,000 without even leaving the dock. The food has to be impeccable, and the whole crew has to pull together and figure out some way to entertain the guests.
PRODUCER
Does it eat into the tip, you think?
PALMER
Oh, absolutely. There’s only so much you can do when rich people have had their expectations shredded. Our tip will suffer — and so will we.
