Forty-Eight
Wednesday, December 22
Old Port Royal Bay
Mel weighed anchor to take them back over to the Denise 2. Thomas checked on the dolphins once more and told them to go home—which they refused to do—then made Eva a steaming cup of tea. He sat down with her in the galley, set the tea in front of her, and put an arm around her shoulders.
“We need to warm you up before we get back on that chilly sub,” he said.
She turned to him and smiled, and something about that smile reminded him of that summer long ago when they were both interns at RIMS—a summer when they were, briefly, a couple. As she sipped her tea, he risked rubbing her back.
Perhaps Eva had a similar feeling, because she surprised him by tilting her head up and kissing him on the cheek. Then she set her tea down and leane
