Chapter 70

“I wish you’d worn a dress, Dinah,” Sam grumbled sotto voce.

“I’m not going to tea.”

“No, but…everyone’s going to think you’re a—That is to say, trousers are so masculine.”

Dinah gave him an ironic smile. “I’m a professional, Samuel. I dress for comfort when I’m working.”

“Yes, well—”

Carlos interrupted him by whistling up a pair of taxis, and Dinah and Leo joined me as I settled myself into one of the vehicles that would take us to the dock. I turned my head so they wouldn’t see my grin. Leo had shouldered Sam out of the way so he could ride with us.

Dinah hadn’t objected or announced she’d ride with her fiancé.

We chatted about what we expected to find—Leo more of the body that hand belonged to, Dinah a species of shark that thrived in freshwater as well as saltwater, and I the lungfish found in the slow moving waters of the Amazon.

And is that all, my fingerling?