Daryn ended the call without saying anything.
Dawn grabbed his hand and caressed it. "What was it about?"
"Nothing," he said and looked pensively at the ocean. They walked to the beach as a cool breeze slapped their faces and ruffled their hair.
Dawn removed her flip-flops and picked in her hands. They walked near the water. There was no one except them. Flag posts marked the property, as far as the eyes could see. A small pergola was built on the right. Across the road, on the other side was a small cottage. "Is that yours?" Dawn asked, pointing towards it.
"Yes. I bought this place a long time back," he replied pensively. He didn't reveal that he had bought it when he needed to cool off his emotions after he had met her and was in a continuous state of denial of having fallen for a neotide. Those were horrible days. Stopping her, he held her shoulders, buried his face in her neck and smelled her.
