She heard a laugh that she knew by now to be Briar’s, and she turned to face him. His sun bleached hair was tied back, and the pale blue shirt he had changed into brought out the icy blue color of his eyes and was stark against his dark skin. He rose from the table and came to her. Kissing her cheek, he asked gently, “How are the waters?” “The waves seemed to have lessened. At least for the time being,” Scarlett answered. “I am glad to hear that,” Briar said, squeezing her hand slightly.
