H-419: Charter Boat, off the Little Isle coast
“That’s the intention,” Raina replies.
She also pauses, not looking at Lia, but out across the dark water and the stars, lights dotted here-and-there along the Little Isle coastline in the distance.
“What was the look about?”
Lia absorbs that comment. She is very slightly thrown but recovers quickly.
She huffs a quiet laugh in response to the question.
“Nothing that requires a clandestine rendezvous. It would have been nice to get a heads up when I was knee deep in your wardrobe…”
She bumps Raina lightly with her arm.
“… that I should have been looking for swimwear…”