He leaned in.
“Depends on the damsel.”
“That’s sad.”
The first time Eliot saw her, she was losing an argument with a seagull. Sexy Beach 3
She turned. Dark hair whipped across her face, and she tucked it behind one ear with a motion that was somehow both clumsy and elegant. “Oh, good,” she said, without a trace of embarrassment. “A witness. Tell the jury I fought valiantly.” He leaned in
“I brought you something,” she said, and pressed a smooth piece of sea glass into his palm. Green. The exact color of her eyes. ” she said
Eliot laughed. He couldn’t help it. The sound cut across the quiet morning beach like a skipped stone.
