Good night, Seth.” “So you’re running again, then?” One of his boots thudded on the floor. “I’m not running.” The other boot hit the floor. “Really?” “Really. It’s just–” She stopped; she didn’t have anything that would finish that sentence and be honest. “Maybe you should slow down, so I can catch you.” He paused, waiting.
- It could still be a good night if you play your cards right.
- Good night.’ Diana summoned all the dignity that she could manage in her bedraggled state and began to move back up the beach. Her dress was soaked and her stockings dotted with sand and her heart couldn’t possibly withstand any more.