Well, this girl could not have been any more overtly uninterested if she had tried. For all Alfred knew, maybe she was trying to seem uninterested. Girls did some silly things like that — ruin their own experiences in order to send a clear message to one of their friends that they were displeased about something menial. Maybe something like that was going on behind the scenes — this blond had decided she hated the hostess for some reason no one would remember tomorrow — and she was taking it out on the spinnaker.

Whatever. This wasn't his problem; he was getting paid to get them through this silly outing.

"Not quite like that," he said, trying to keep his tone helpful and positive while the boat was veering sharply to starboard. "See how taut it is? That's what's making us turn like this. You'll want to let it out some. The sail should be just tight enough to hold the wind, not so much that it starts to fight it."