“I’ve been preoccupied.” “By the jellyfish sting?” “Hah. No.” He runs a hand over my bare arm. “By a beautiful woman. And her sassy little mouth. And her playful nature. And the way she loves the ocean, and the grains of sand that gets stuck in her hair.” He waves a hand back and forth above my head, like he could keep going. “And on and on and on.”
