She stopped in her tracks and pivoted around to look at her niece, who had Ellie’s hand, the giggling from the older of the two obvious despite her attempts to stifle it.
Memory took a deep breath and turned back around, deciding not to say anything more to the girl.
“Hi,” Dak said when she was about five feet from him. “How was work?”
“Good. Busy. How are you?” She suddenly felt awkward—should she hug him? Shake his hand? Stand there with her hands in her pockets looking like she wasn’t sure what to do? She went with the third option.
“Good. I remembered my hat.” He pulled it out of his pocket, and she laughed.
“It works better if you wear it.”
“True, but I still didn’t want to mess up my hair.”
“I don’t think your hair would get messed up if you were standing on the beach alongsid
