The bikini, chosen for Kyla by Albert, comprised two scraps of yellow-flowered fabric that left very little to the imagination. She and Albert were spending the morning by the pool. Kyla hauled her hair back with a ribbon, marched back outdoors, and dived into the long, rectangular pool, which glittered turquoise in the sun.
She began with a breaststroke that favored her sore arm--she'd mistakenly slept on it the previous night--gradually working up to an overarm crawl as her muscles loosened in the warm, buoyant water. The exercise calmed her. After all, she could be back in Glasgow Creeks any moment now, cashing the ravaged beast that had careered through the dusty streets. Anything was better than that. She darn well wasn't going to ruin this holiday just because of Albert's ex-wife or the crazy ex-wife's best friend. Albert was somersaulting at the near end of the pool, while Bobby was lounging aro it on his nanny's laps.
