Seeing Charmel's face when she discovered the dolphins had melted his insides. The sparkle in her eye, her squeak of delight, the way she'd hung over the railing as though she was desperate to jump into the water with them...it had been too much.
After ordering Charmel off to the shower that morning he'd called in a favour with a friend who ran the mooring services for the Port. Now they had a couple of hours for lunch before he'd need to leave the area and head back to Manila.
A spread of smoked salmon, bagels with cream cheese and fresh fruit covered the table that sat in front of the curved leather and wood seat. He'd also popped a bottle of champagne, which sat in a silver ice bucket.
"Alam mo ba na pupunta ro'n ang mga dolphins?" tanong ni Charmel, taking a hearty bite out of a b
