"Caramba!" Francesca said.
"So I can't be here, Sunday. I wish . . ."
"Mail it," she said. "I could use a valentine."
"O.K. Will just 'Cape Elizabeth' get to you?"
"Old Toll Road, 420," she said. A lobster boat started its engine in the distance.
"How tall are you?" Oliver asked.
"Six feet, even."
"I'm five, two. Funny thing is—I don't feel short around you. I did when I first saw you in Becky's, but now I don't." A quick smile crossed her face. She turned her head toward the water.
"Careful," she said quietly. He barely heard her. "When will you be back?" she asked more loudly.
"Don't know. Couple of weeks, I think. Maybe I'll see you out here?"