You promised to show me a feather star, remember."
"I said no such thing," Sparr objected. "I only said they were common to these waters."
Sparr stood with Calista on the beach, an hour before sunset. Before them, the waves spilled gently onto the sand. A troop of plovers darted past, seeking dinner in the aftermath of the water's retreat.
'I'm certain you did," the blonde said, winking at him. There was a playfulness in her eyes that Sparr rarely saw. Without waiting for him, Calista donned her mask and snorkel. The bikini-clad woman pranced toward the surf, her curves putting on a show.
For almost an hour the two swam and snorkeled. Sparr would paddle peacefully along the surface, scanning the shallows. When he spotted something of interest he would signal Calista and the two would s
