Annabelle wasn’t much of a drinker, but at this moment, she was overwhelmed with emotions and wanted to have a sip. She popped the tab open and clinked her can against Gauge’s.
They exchanged a smile without saying a word, both gazing out at the vast ocean.
The night breeze in the Maldives was warm and gentle, caressing their faces with a comfortable touch. As the fragrant bitterness of the beer spread across her tongue, Annabelle felt a sense of tranquility — as though the drink itself wasn’t intoxicating, but the atmosphere certainly was.
“How’s Kendrick?” Gauge finally broke the silence.
“He got a little hurt, but it’s nothing serious. A couple of days of rest, and he’ll be fine.”
She hadn’t seen his wounds, but judging by how energetic he had been earlier, she assumed they weren’t
