Page 39 of Whispering Waves

“How does that work?”

“I placed the order from island boutiques; they got on the ferry. At the ferry, they were weighed into boxes, and the drones took flight.”

“Oh. Why so many?”

He chuckled. “I probably should not shop while looking at you with only a sheet on you.”

“Yeah, the fact that you had the urge to buy clothing for me isn’t flattering.”

He snorted. “Find out what has been delivered, and then let me know if you are actually offended or not.”

“I didn’t say offended. I said it wasn’t flattering.”

He grinned and started making a stack of the boxes as the drones arrived.

“How much did you buy?” Nina looked skyward and saw a final box flying toward them.

“Enough for a solid start. And a fashion show.” He waggled his brows.

She watched him collect the last drone and release the final parcel.

She tried to lift one of the boxes and grunted. “What the hell?”

“Oh, they are all max weights. Perhaps you should go in and make some coffee while I bring these boxes inside.” He gestured at the stacks of boxes. There were nine.

She nodded and walked to the house. She figured out the coffee as he carried in three boxes at a time.

The coffee was still dripping when he finished bringing the boxes in and was opening them with a dive knife. He sorted the boxes and pushed four aside; one was settled next to them. The remaining four were lined up, and he looked pleased with himself.

“Is the coffee ready?” He looked at her.

“No. Not yet.”

“Good. Come and see these, and try some on.”

She sighed, walked over to him, and blinked as she pulled out the first garment bag. It was a lace-up cropped top and a skirt with lacing up the side panels to mid-thigh. It was in a lovely blue with embossed wave patterns.

“I am sensing a theme.”

He grinned. “You keep going through this; I will get the coffee.”

She went through blues, greys, greens, a lot of strapless tops and skirts. There were a few gauzy coverups that wrapped over but remained translucent. Apparently, he liked looking at her because a lot of her would be on display.

There were shoes in the colour groups, panties, and only a few sets of sports bras with matching leggings and wave patterns. Exercise shoes and even a water bottle were there. “I noticed that there were no jeans or tees in this collection.”

“The environment doesn’t lend itself to denim. It irritates the skin.”

“Oh. Sensible, I guess.”

He took her coffee cup and looked at her hopefully. “So, fashion show?”

“You pick. You obviously have a favourite.”

He smiled and leaned past her to pick out a set with blue, grey, and silver embroidery with a cover-up in gauzy blue.

She looked at him and shrugged, getting dressed change-room style.

She stared down at the lacing as she tied it in a bow. The skirt showed skin from waist to mid-thigh between the lacings. The gauzy wrap gave her a bit more dignity.

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