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Kee spun the wheel easily and the sailboat swung its bow up into the wind. As they lost all headway, Archie let the anchor loose. It plunged down into the crystalline waters with a splash. They drifted back until he snubbed it off, setting the anchor in the sandy bottom and stopping the boat’s drift.
In moments they had the sails furled, each working down either side of the boom in silence, and the boat rested easily off the beach.
The beach. That same beach they had run on a lifetime ago. Surely Kee had been a different person her last time here.
“How’s your shoulder?” Kee inspected the scars, the ugly jags made by the bullet as well as the neat surgical lines. They stood out white against the fine tan he’d cultivated on medical leave. Wearing nothing but swim trunks revealed the s
