" You fix the coffee. I would like some coffee. I will fix cereal."My coffee is a ritual. By the time I had it working, I turned and she had two bowls...on the breakfast table. I sat down across the table from my Lita. She smiled. "Last banana. We need more. Can we go shop after you come home?" Yes. We need bananas and you need a swimsuit." Why do I need a swimsuit?" If we go on the boat this weekend, we may wish to swim." I do not know how to swim." I will teach you."She smiled at me. "I saw. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Bree stomp petulantly into the house.After noon on the second day, Friday, as I was fitting the fabric and lashing it to the frame, Candy came out in a white blouse and shorts that hid little more than her bikini had. Carrying a cocktail glass half-filled with an amber liquid that smelled very much like single malt scotch, she made a show of inspecting my work. In the process she found occasion to lay her unoccupied hand on the bare flesh of my torso. Blair saw the oars careen and bounce over the shields and strike the men. The shot was spilled over the deck of his own birlinn, immediately setting the wood on fire. Grayson’s archers rose and fired into the sails on both sides, setting them ablaze, while some aimed for the interior and made the men become torches. Grayson watched intently, as his men took aim at MacRae who was huddled into the prow for protection, then let their shafts take flight. The first took MacRae by his kilt blanket,. Only then did he acknowledge the presence of Caroline Carter in the secluded bunker. The woman’s face clearly indicated the state of shock her mind was in. This day, she’d seen a bullet rip the life from a man and a knife take the life of another. Caroline Carter was a mature, well-educated, worldly woman. Yet, nothing she’d witnessed in her 38 years of life had prepared her for the events of this day. She wanted to speak, but what could she possibly say? She looked at the bloodied hands.