Michael found her sitting on the beach.
“Hi,” she smiled as she walked up and held out the bottle of scotch to Cam. “Thought you might want a little more of this.”
“Trying to get me drunk?”
“I judged you to be more than a two-shot drunk,” Michael laughed, sinking down beside Cam. They sat in silence, just listening to the waves beating on the shore for a minute.
“It is so beautiful here,” Michael was the first to speak. “I wish we had time to really enjoy it.”
“Me, too. I’d like to just lie on the sand for once instead of landing on it. It is pretty hard to fall on.”
“You’re doing well,” Michael patted Cam on the shoulder. “I have not told you that because I want you to continue to work hard, but seeing that tonight we can let our hair down, I thought you should know. I think you wil
