She let a concerned look cross her face, feeling vulnerable, and turned toward Olem. “Tell me I haven’t just put us on a powder keg and lit the fuse.” “You haven’t just put us on a powder keg and lit the fuse,” Olem said. “Are you lying to me?” Olem seemed thoughtful for a moment, turning himself away from the incoming sea breeze to light another cigarette. “More or less,” he said. “That’s not at all reassuring.”
