"Guess that means yoga's out," he said dryly, snapping his fingers. "Damn." Quentin grabbed his sketch, comparing the two. They were similiar in layout, but hers had a few more selective details. It was enough to show that, yes, this was the Kennebunkport Marina and his family wouldn't mistake it for anything else. "Let's go with this one," he said, tapping his finger against her sketch. "When can we get started?"