“What shall we do for dinner?” Isabella asked. She was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a white cotton shirt buttoned halfway up. Cole thought there was no way she hadn’t tried for the effect it had on him. When she spoke, she held the tip of her tongue between her teeth as she pronounced the words with her soft French accent.
Cole thought for a second. “I like the marina. Is there something there?”
Isabella nodded and they set off up the same path and over into the marina district. They took seats at an outdoor cafe and split a pizza. Cole drank beer and Isabella sipped at a glass of wine, their seats close to each other and facing out towards the docks. She rested her foot over the top of his, and Cole was content to spend the night watching the boats bob back and forth in their slip
