Coconut Grove nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy.

His question made her pause. She couldn’t concentrate well enough to fish these swift waters. Druid could scavenge or, if she was very lucky, capture some small game. Maybe if she teamed up with this stranger, it would increase her chances of success.

She was trying to prove to herself that she could get by all on her own. There was nearly no risk of getting attached to some random man, yet she didn’t want to rely on him or anybody else. Then again, she didn’t want to be obtuse. When opportunities like this arose, she should take them. That was only savvy.

Would you care to hunt with me? Druid said eventually, turning her eyes toward him. She gestured at the waves. Because this isn’t going to happen today. She paused, then abruptly recalled aloud, You never gave me a name.