Page 122 of Wardrobe Malfunction

He takes his hat from my head and pulls it on. “Come on, gorgeous,” he says to me.

We climb out of the car. He gets the picnic basket and blanket from the backseat.

I meet him around the back of the car. I take the blanket from him, leaving him with the picnic basket.

Taking my hand, Vaughn leads me off, and we start to walk up the road together.

“We’ll take one of the trails up to the picnic area,” he tells me.

“Cool.”

We venture off the main road and onto one of the trails, which gives me a view of the lake.

“Holy shit.” I come to a stop, tugging on his arm.

“Amazing, right?”

“It’s stunning.” And it is. It’s a beautiful huge hole in the earth filled with the bluest water I’ve ever seen. The forestry surrounding it is spectacular.

“Come on.” He tugs on my arm. “You’ll be able to get a better view when we get to the picnic spot. It’s just a little further up.”

We walk for a little while longer and then come to a clearing. He wasn’t kidding; the view is spectacular.

“I have to take a picture.” I go to my pocket to get my phone, and then I realize it’s still in the trunk of Vaughn’s car.

Weird that I haven’t felt the urge to use it until now.

“Crap, it’s still in your car,” I tell him.

“Do you want me to go get it?”

“No, it’s fine. Don’t worry.”

I set the blanket out on the grass, and Vaughn puts the basket on it.

I step a little closer to the edge. “What’s that in the middle? An island?” I ask him.

He comes up behind me and slides his hands around my waist. “That’s Wizard Island. And that tiny one over there…” He points a finger, and my eyes follow the direction.

“Where?” I squint.

“Right over there.” He gestures with his finger again.

My eyes pick up on something, but it’s not very clear. “I can just about see it,” I tell him.

“That’s Phantom Ship.”

“Sounds spooky,” I say.

Then, I make a ghost noise, and he chuckles. I feel it rumble against my back.

“Why’s it called that?” I ask.

“Because people say it resembles a ghost ship.”

I slide my hands over his, linking our fingers, and lean my head back onto his shoulder. I turn my face to him and press a kiss to his neck.

“Are you happy?” he asks me, staring down into my eyes.