Chapter 5

Weren’t we?

At dawn, I rushed to the terrace door again. I’d been there several times before, peering through the glass.

Sunglasses. A pair of sunglasses hanging on the rope between us. Nothing else. Just sunglasses. What kind of beach did Kit think we were going to? Contemplating the possibilities made me smile and a little hard.

My phone rang.

“Good morning.”

“Hey, Kit.”

“Ready for our date?” he asked.

“I am.” I’d fixed a plate—scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, sausage, cantaloupe—and had both juice and coffee, necessitating two trips to the patio.

When I told Kit, “Yum,” he said.

“What do you have?”

“Leftover Chinese food? I haven’t been to the grocery store yet. My hours and everything.”

“Sure. I made way too much. I wish I could share.”

“Hey!”

Startled by the outburst, I had to swipe the dribbled orange juice from my chin.

“Did you take my shorts?” Kit’s tone was more jovial than accusatory. Still, I was a little taken aback.