“I have nothing to do with this,” replies a deep voice almost identical to Charlie’s. “It’s all Percy. Though I don’t hate the opportunity to make you sweat.” “I’m not sweating.” “No, you’re sparkling,” a woman says. I step onto the dock, and all three of them look at me. I raise my hand. “Hey.” “You must be Alice,” the woman says. It’s too dim to see her very well, but I can tell she’s a big-eyed brunette. She’s also pregnant. “That’s me.” I stand next to Charlie at the edge of the dock. “Sorry,” I tell him. “Nan sent me on a reconnaissance mission.”
