Stavanger Bay waterslide

No, she said with a gentle shake of her head. Looking.

An eternity passes, at least in her mind, where she looks at him the way he looks at her. She notices his lean frame and realizes, painfully belated, what he was after. She perked like an exclamation point. Want fish? Um — can be fishing, if you want. It was something she was good at, and she always liked to have a chance to be good at something.