THIRTY-FOUR
Marama landed on a sand cay, still covered in a thin layer of water that reflected the sky better than the mirrors back at Camp Romance. The sun was starting to sink now, and the date was supposed to include a romantic sunset dinner. With water everywhere, it didn't look like a picnic would be particularly practical.
Marama was prepared, though. Out of the hovercraft, she produced a folding table and chairs, then proceeded to set it for two. Food, wine, the works – there was enough for all four of them, Jason thought, and he said as much. Marama just laughed, telling him that there was another basket inside for her and the TV crew.
The cameraman perked up at this. "The sun's not low enough, anyway. I'll break for dinner, and we can go back to filming after."
Melissa kept
