“Well, I’ll be damned!” he cried crossly. Then he laughed. She was coming perilously down.
“Mind!” he warned her. He stood with his back to the tree, waiting. “Come now,” he called, opening his arms.
She let herself run. He caught her, and together they stood watching the dark water scoop at the raw edge of the bank. The parcel had sailed out of sight.
“It doesn’t matter,” she said.
He held her close and kissed her. There was only room for their four feet.
