Chapter 22
Marina peered down at me from the dock I clung to. “You stink of swamp muck.”
“Well, hello to you too.” I heaved myself up onto the wooden structure. And, okay, so maybe I didn’t try very hard to keep residual lake water from splashing her. Maybe I enjoyed the way she skittered backwards like a cat unamused by drips from a watering can.
I wasn’t just being spiteful, however. While Marina’s equanimity was shaken, I demanded: “How’d you track me down?”
Because she shouldn’t have been able to find me. And I didn’t like the fact that Harper—who considered this woman a trusted teacher—was no more than a mile or two away.
Marina merely shrugged. “Secrets are a woman’s prerogative.” She dropped a towel at my feet. “Dry off. Meet me at the cafe.”
“This isn’t a social visit,” I cal
