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out at the ocean. She noticed he always seemed to
face the ocean, as if drawn to it. His whole house was built to
face the water. They looked out as the setting sun cast a warm,
orange glow on the calm surface of the sea. She sipped the chilled
white wine. It tasted like heaven.
    “I’m glad you came,” he said. On the
table was a breadboard with cheese, olives, and big chunks of fresh
bread. He cut off a piece of cheese and held it out to her on the
end of the knife. “Me too,” she said, drawn again to his eyes, lit
by the soft, fading sun. He tore a piece of bread and handed it to
her.
    They ate, watching the water. He held
an olive up to the light. “These are good olives,” he said,
admiring it. “For here. But in Greece, I grew up eating olives
fresh, right off tree, and big as kiwis. I miss that.” He handed
her the olive. She didn’t take it. He held the olive to her mouth.
She looked at him and opened her mouth. He put the olive on her
tongue, his fingertips lingering for a second, brushing her wet
lips. She closed her mouth, her lips briefly closing on his
fingertips as she looked up into his eyes.
    He put his wine down and ran his hands
down the side of her face. He looked at her eyes, then at her
mouth. He’s going to kiss me , she thought as she set her
glass down. She could feel it. She wanted him to. She wanted him to
so bad she could hardly stand it.
    He ran his hands down her back and
pulled her in close. She tilted her face up to him, trying to close
the gap. He pushed hair out of her face and leaned down, his nose
brushing hers. He paused, breathing her in. She pressed against
him, feeling the warmth of his body. She could feel his growing
excitement pressed against her belly.
    “We’ll go for a dive, yeah?” he
said.
    What?! “What? Now?”
    “Yes,” he said, breaking their
embrace.
    “But—but, it’s almost
dark.”
    “Yes, best time. Trust me, it like
nothing you ever see.”
    Her heart sank. Maybe he doesn’t
want to kiss me. Maybe he just needed someone to keep him company
since his sister went away. She looked down at the deck,
picking up her glass of wine. No wonder, I look like a
disaster.
    “Come on,” he said. “Bring your wine.
Everything’s on the boat.”
    The boat?

Chapter 7
    The
sailboat was also bigger than it looked from the bluff. It was old,
but had been completely restored. Brass fixtures glowed in the
fading light. Being on board felt like stepping back in time, to
some bygone romantic era.
    “This boat was my first project, even
before house. I bought it for almost nothing and spend two years
living on it while I restore.” The care he’d taken in restoring it
was evident. She noticed there was no wheel. He steered with an old
fashioned tiller.
    “Have you named it?” she asked,
running her hand along the mahogany and ash inlays that ran along
the sideboards.
    “No. That is American thing. You don’t
name your heart.”
    At this point, Terra figured he was
just taking her out for a ride. Diving didn’t seem like an option
as she looked at the darkening water. He tacked the boat around the
white cliffs, moving parallel to the coast. They came around a bend
to a wide bay with an island in the center. He steered the boat
toward it. When they were just a few yards from the shore of the
island, he threw an anchor over.
    It was nearly dark now. The island had
a sandy beach, with a tree line about twenty yards from the water.
In the fading light, it looked raw and wild, with the call of birds
and animals coming from the trees.
    The idea of going ashore felt ominous.
Just as she was thinking that, a huge light went on. There was a
floodlight attached to the sail shaft. Nik turned on a second
light, instantly turning the island into a brightly lit, inviting,
mystical place. Birds squawked. Terra could make out their bright
colors fluttering in the trees, as if they were coming out to greet
them.
    Nik opened a storage cabinet on the
bow and pulled out additional