Stuart Weston had not yet reacted when Becca Reyes shrewdly pulled him and silently slipped away behind them.
Flossie Wright sat on the beach without moving, lazily resting her chin on her left hand, looking toward the horizon where the sky met the sea.
The sky was gloomily dark.
Fine rain fell like a mist, drifting in front of her, and the steady footsteps were getting closer.
Soon, Glenn Hutchinson stood still beside her.
He lowered his gaze, sizing up Flossie, who was sitting on the sand.
Her whole body radiated a lazy aura, relaxed, and possibly because she had been in the rain for a while, her clothes were soaked through, her hat lay to her right side, and her soft hair hung down, with some strands falling on her forehead and dripping down along the hair.
The transparent, glistening droplets silently fell into her right eye, making those bright eyes suddenly moist, yet even more dazzling and piercing.
"Sit."
