“Matelon,” Gray said. Hal leaned toward her. “What is it?” To his surprise, she gripped his shoulders and kissed him, hard and thoroughly, while everyone else in the boat gaped at them. “In case this is good-bye,” she said. “I’m sorry about a lot of things, but I’m not sorry that we met. I’ve learned a lot, and—and—” She swallowed hard, and tears spilled down her cheeks. “I’m just sorry that we had to meet as enemies.”
