"No, I'm not, Alan. I know, that's why, I wanted you to see it." She looked at him. "I have a private suite on board The Star. Molly and Johnnie, are still letting me have it. Would you like, to join me, on board." She, smiled softly at him.
Monica was walking down by the Pier with Alan, and smiled. "It's so beautiful out here. You're not cold, are you, Alan." She, looked at him, and smiled.
Molly looked at him, and giggled. "I like the sound, of you, keeping me warm, Dylan." She, closed the door, and locked it. "You, never know. We don't want any surprises, do we." She, giggled again.
Dylan smiled at her. "Don't worry, the cold doesn't bother me. I will be more than happy to keep you warm though." He went inside and looked around the room. "Wow, this is nice."
"It's a little cool out here but it feels nice. This is out penthouse state room. It's the best and most expensive one. We keep all the state rooms locked, on days like this, so we don't have to worry about break in's, Dylan."
She, smiled at him, and opened the door. "Come on in."
"Great." Molly took a bottle of wine, and a couple of glasses. "Thanks for helping me, put everything away, Dylan. Come this way, and watch your step."