“Stuff like what they were wearing at the resort.” “Oh,” he said, stepping away and snapping his fingers. “Like this?” I tossed my head back and laughed, the sound mixing with the song of the waves. Samkiel looked absolutely ridiculous with the overgrown hat, a stripe of sunscreen down the bridge of his nose, an inflatable animal around his waist, and yellow swim trunks. He smiled widely at me as I got my amusement under control. “What did I do wrong?”
