She saw the moonlit waters, the black shadow of the proa, the moon-fire that ran down the far edge of the bellying sail, the silent natives: no sound except the slapping of the outrigger and the low sibilant murmur of water falling away from the sides—and the beating of her heart. If Ray left the house, it would be easy. Her white shirt was ridiculously utilitarian, but fitted in all the right places, he smirked. She was in deadly earnest in everything she did. ” She looked away from him.
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