Dalton arrived back at the yacht soon after Elyse. He found her seated on the deck, reading a book and keeping an eye on slip eight. He kissed her lightly on the cheek and offered her a pastry and a cup of coffee.
"No thanks. I've had my quota of caffeine for the day," she answered. Afraid of saying anything more, she kept her mouth shut by pursing her lips. She knew the right thing to do would be to tell Dalton what she had done, where she had gone, and the danger she'd put herself in but wasn't sure of his reaction. She tried to rationalize telling him anything, in her head. If she told Dalton, he'd be angry because she took such a risk. If she didn't tell him, he'd be angry because she didn't tell him and also that she took such a risk. She eventually decided to tell him first before he had a chance to find out anything from someone else.
"Dalton, we need to talk," she began.
"Ahoy there."