“You tell me.” I help her sit up, and I see the puzzlement slowly fading from her eyes. “What are you doing out here, shirtless?” I cannot smell any male on her, which relieves me. At least she wasn’t assaulted. “This is not a great place to sunbathe,” I scold her angrily. I don’t know why I feel so frustrated and protective. Anything could’ve happened to her. How can she be so reckless?!
“I was—” She looks toward the water. “Wait. How did I get here?”
“What are you talking about?” I demand. “You were lying on the bank when I saw you.”
She stares at me and murmurs, “So, it was just a dream. Thank God for that.” She suddenly seems to notice her state of undress. “Where’s my shirt?!”
“I just told you.” I give her an exasperated look, reaching out and grabbing the crumpled top from beside
