Twenty-Six
Bash was listening to Old Crow tell a long, convoluted story about the time an orca capsized his boat when Toni appeared at the bar, wild and wet-haired. She must have just come from her post-swim shower.
“I have to talk to you, Bash.” Her voice was low and husky, a little rough the way it always was after a swim.
He glanced over at Judy, who’d just arrived for her shift. After the birdwatching trip, Amy had asked to take a nap back in the furnace room until her mother arrived.
“Go,” Judy said. “I’ll cover.”
“Sorry, Old Crow, I’ll have to hear the ending another time.”
The fisherman gave a comical sigh. “I oughta be on the other side of that bar, then people would have to listen to all my stories up until the end.”
“You let me know if you want a job.”
He followed Toni th
