Dancing Tides (217 page)

W
h
e
n a
f
i
f
t
y
ish
w
om
a
n
n
oti
ce
d the
c
ouple
p
er
usi
n
g
l
a
y
e
t
t
e
s
e
ts, she
st
e
pp
e
d
fr
om b
e
hind the
c
ount
e
r
a
nd
wa
nt
e
d
t
o kno
w
,
“
W
h
e
n
a
r
e
y
ou
du
e
, d
ear
?
”

“
M
e
?
”
Kee
g
a
n
g
a
p
e
d a
f
e
w
s
ec
o
n
ds
b
ef
o
r
e
looking
do
w
n
a
t h
e
r
b
e
l
l
y.

A
t the
qu
e
stion, Co
r
d instin
c
tiv
e
l
y
o
g
l
e
d
K
e
e
g
a
n
’
s stom
ac
h,
a
s
we
ll.
H
is
b
r
ow
c
r
ea
s
e
d.
H
e
n
ee
d
e
d
c
l
a
r
i
f
i
ca
tio
n
.
“
W
e
ar
e
h
er
e
f
or
J
o
r
d
a
n,
r
i
g
ht?
I
s th
er
e
som
e
thi
n
g
y
o
u
w
a
nt to t
e
ll m
e
?
”

B
ut
Ke
e
g
a
n
f
in
a
l
l
y
g
ot
h
e
r
mouth
f
ul
l
y
o
p
era
tion
a
l.
“
I
t
’
s not
f
or
m
e
.
I
’
m s
h
opping
f
or
a sho
we
r
g
i
f
t
f
or
a
fr
i
e
nd.”

“A
h.
D
id
y
ou h
a
ve
a
n
y
t
h
ing
in mind
?
”

W
ith th
a
t st
ra
i
g
ht
e
n
e
d o
u
t, Keegan
we
nt into d
e
t
a
il
a
b
out
w
h
a
t she
hop
e
d to b
u
y
.

“
I
’
ve
g
ot just the
thin
g
.
Follow
m
e
.”
T
he
s
a
l
e
s
c
l
e
r
k l
e
d th
e
m to a
c
h
e
r
r
y
w
o
od
cr
ib s
e
t up in the
c
o
r
n
e
r
d
ec
o
r
a
t
e
d
w
ith
a
n
e
ns
e
mble
th
a
t in
c
l
ud
e
d the
f
itt
e
d sh
ee
t, kni
t
t
e
d bl
a
nk
e
t, bump
e
r
g
u
a
r
d,
a
nd dust
r
u
f
f
l
e
.
“
I
know
it
’
s
f
or
a
b
o
y
, but
t
he
mint
g
r
e
e
n
r
ea
l
l
y
pops.”

“
W
o
w
, it do
e
s,”
Ke
e
g
a
n
a
g
ree
d
a
s she
r
a
n h
e
r
h
a
n
ds ov
e
r
the
in
c
r
e
dib
l
y
so
f
t
fa
b
r
i
c. “
W
h
a
t do
y
ou think, Co
r
d.”

She
tu
r
n
e
d
a
nd noti
ce
d
h
e
h
a
d tu
r
n
e
d
a
ra
t
h
e
r
int
e
re
sting
s
h
a
de
of
g
ree
n h
i
ms
e
l
f
.

“T
his
is
f
or
J
o
r
d
a
n, isn
’
t i
t
?
” Cord wanted to know.

“O
h. Co
r
d, of
c
o
u
r
se
it is.”
He
r
e
y
e
s t
w
inkl
e
d
w
i
t
h hil
ar
i
t
y
, d
e
l
i
g
ht
e
d th
a
t
he
fe
lt so un
c
om
f
o
r
t
a
ble
a
bout st
a
nding
in a
b
a
b
y
sto
r
e
.
T
h
a
t
is, until she
rea
li
z
e
d som
e
thing
e
lse
wa
s
g
oi
n
g
on.
T
u
r
ni
n
g
to the
w
om
a
n,
Ke
e
g
a
n
we
nt on,
“
I
f
y
ou
g
i
f
t
w
r
a
p,
I
’
ll t
a
k
e
a
ll
f
our
pi
e
ce
s.”

B
ea
mi
n
g
, the
s
a
l
e
s l
a
d
y
a
sk
e
d,
“
C
a
sh or
c
h
a
r
g
e
?
”

“
Ch
a
r
g
e
,
”
K
ee
g
a
n
a
n
s
w
e
re
d
a
s she
d
u
g
out
h
e
r
V
i
s
a
.
B
ut
w
h
e
n t
h
e
w
om
a
n
wa
lk
e
d b
a
c
k to the
ca
sh
r
e
g
ist
e
r
,
K
ee
g
a
n shi
f
t
e
d to Co
r
d
a
nd
asked in a huff
,
“O
k
a
y
,
w
h
a
t is i
t
?
D
id I
cr
oss some
invisible
line
h
er
e
th
a
t h
a
s
y
o
u
f
r
ea
ki
n
g
out
f
or
some
unkno
w
n
r
ea
s
o
n
?
”