“Not like this, though.”
“No.... You’re mean. You know I didn’t intend to fall asleep.”
“Of course not. Still....”
His voice lingered on it as though it were a delightful remembrance.
She found herself holding one of her hands in the other. She could feel the pressure of Transley’s ring on her palm, and she held it tighter still.
“Riding anywhere in particular?” he inquired.
“No. Just mooning.” She looked up at him again, this time at close quarters. It was a quick, bright flash on his face—a moment only.
“Why mooning?”
She did not answer. Looking down in the water he met her gaze there.
“You’re troubled!” he exclaimed.