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several times, flinging salt water from her hair. After she tucked her board under her right arm she headed toward the parking lot. She scanned the few remaining faces of those hardy enough to stay on the beach after the sun went down, and her sixth sense told her that it was the woman in the khaki shorts and navy polo shirt who had been watching her.
    Something about the woman drew Colby to her. Maybe it was the way she was lying relaxed, legs stretched out in front of her, the recliner tilted back just a bit. Perhaps it was the casual way she held the rim of the plastic cup in her hand, her wrist dangling over the arm of the chair. Or maybe the long blond hair piled on top of her head in a haphazard way that said it was more for comfort than style. Colby couldn’t put her finger on the reason, but as she headed in her direction she didn’t question it. The woman was still watching her, and for the first time in a long time it made her feel good.
    Her body had changed since her return to the island. In her previous life she carried an extra fifteen pounds—not overweight by anyone’s standards. Long hours and strenuous working conditions were more conducive to resorting to fast food than eating three healthy meals a day. However, since abandoning that life and spending almost more time in the water than out, she had dropped close to thirty pounds, and what weight did remain was solid muscle. She wasn’t naïve enough to think that people didn’t look at her because of her body, but she simply didn’t care.
    She was about ten yards away when the woman looked up and their eyes locked. A tingle Colby hadn’t recognized in years started in the pit of her stomach as the woman held her gaze confidently. Colby quickly assumed that the woman was self-assured and didn’t shy away from a challenge. She also knew immediately she was a lesbian.
    One night after far too many drinks Colby had sat in her apartment alone and contemplated how lesbians reacted to each other. She had noticed it often in her previous life as she walked down the street, at the shopping center, or any other place, for that matter. When lesbians approached each other, they acknowledged each other in a more subtle way than straight women did. Never overly demonstrative, they merely nodded, with a certain straightforward look in the eye when they said hello that signaled who and what they were. The woman in front of her was speaking loud and clear.
    “Have a good evening,” Colby said as she walked by. She didn’t stop, slow down, or break stride. After several paces she felt the woman’s eyes on her back and gave in to the unfamiliar desire to turn around and look. She grinned at woman’s expression of complete surprise.

    Elizabeth’s heart jumped when she realized the good-looking surfer was a woman and was walking directly toward her. What the fuck? Suddenly she became more nervous than she ever remembered. Her hands were sweaty, and it wasn’t due to the humidity. Her throat was dry, which made absolutely no sense considering the amount of alcohol she’d consumed that evening. Rarely, if ever, had she felt like this by simply seeing another woman. This was more than normal attraction, or at least any attraction she’d ever experienced. She was definitely out of sorts and it had happened instantly.
    The woman moved smoothly through the sand as if she were strolling in the park. Earlier that afternoon when Elizabeth was on the beach, even walking in the hard-packed sand was awkward, making her stumble more than once. But this woman came toward her like she was walking on air. She was much taller than average; however, from her viewpoint on the lounge chair, it was difficult to see exactly how tall. As she grew closer Elizabeth fixated on her face. The woman looked Hawaiian, with skin the right color, her hair jet black and spiky from the water flying in all directions.
    The woman finally looked up as she stepped closer, and the brilliance of her