“I’m going back to the cabin. Aren’t you coming, Shadow?”I followed, shaking my head in frustration. Perhaps she didn’t understand how worri...d I was for her safety. Or, more likely, was just being her usual obstinate self.When I closed the stateroom door and locked it, Callie moved close, wrapping her arms around my waist. She looked up at me.“You’re angry, aren’t you?”I nodded, reaching for her hair band. Tugging it, I let her thick, lustrous, dark burgundy hair free. It expanded. I combed my. Maybe, I thought, if we stayed quiet and kept our heads down the caller would go away. Wendy, Fran and I crept to the upstairs window and watched cautiously. At first we could see nothing of Laura but the top of her head, but then, tired of waiting, she stepped back a few paces and I got a better view of her. Even then it took me a moment or two to associate the face I saw with the pictures on her website and the cover of her book. When the penny dropped, I almost followed its example. Reeling. Maybe our silence is coming to an end... While descending the trail to the tidal flats, I’d been wondering what our activity would be. I was fairly certain that we wouldn’t be collecting any sea vegetables, since there wasn’t room in the arbors for even one more strand of the slippery seaweed. We’d have to wait for Birgitte and Maryanne to take some down for processing. By now I’d seen the rate at which the dried product was removed for cutting and packing, and I figured that we could forsake. The story that he fed me was that he was looking at moving to my area and wanted me to come by and inspect a home that he was interested in purchasing, which is what I do for a living. He asked me if I could meet him at about 4pm so that it was still light outside for a while when we got there. Jacky called me that Friday morning to confirm our appointment and I told him that I would definitely be there. Unbeknownst to Jacky, I had my own designs on our time together since I had never met.