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Dana held her phone close to the girl’s. The drop only took a few seconds. And then they watched as she deleted the video from her phone.

Dana sent her back her contact information. “I don’t like making assumptions, but I guess you are under 18. I want you to talk to your parents before you contact me. Okay?”

“How did you know I’m not eighteen?”

Dana smiled. “Because I was once a teenager, too.”

The teen turned to McKay. “I hope you don’t break up. She is kinda cool and you let her jump off the Cobb without hitting her head, so she should like you for a while if you don’t mess it up. Most guys do, you know?”

Dana bit her tongue to keep from laughing. The girl wasn’t wrong, but she wasn’t right either.

“I’ll do my best.”

A couple in their late forties dressed in jeans and t-shirts rushed up. “There you are. We told you not to wander off. Were you bugging these nice people?”

Dana extended her hand. “Dana Knight. We just had a friendly visit. I hope you don’t mind. I made a deal with your daughter and if she keeps her end, she might be invited visit us, with you as a chaperone, of course.”

“Izzy, you didn’t record this nice couple, did you? We’ve told you not to record strangers.” Izzy’s mother put a hand on her shoulder.

“But Mom, it was so romantic. I just had to.”

The girl’s father addressed McKay. “I’m so sorry y’all. We’ve talked to my daughter about this. I promise she won’t post it.”

“She already told me she wouldn’t,” said Dana.

“Sorry.” Izzy waved as her mother marched her back down the Cobb.

McKay took Dana’s hand and turned toward the end of the seawall. “Why did you make that deal with her? Are you already planning on a wedding?”

“No one ever starts a relationship hoping it will end in shambles. I don’t know where this will go. But if it goes somewhere, we have a cool video.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

“Then I have something to watch and edit things into while I am eating a gallon of chocolate ice cream.”

“Do I get a copy?”

“Maybe.” Dana pulled him closer to the seawall and checked for tourists with cameras before raising her face for another kiss.

The first drops of rain speckled the rounded rocks on the beach. McKay threaded his fingers with Dana’s and pulled her closer. “Looks like we are about to be soaked.”

“Where did those clouds come from?” Dana hurried beside him. Both looked at their feet. Most of the rocks were about the size of his fist. It would be easy to misstep, and Dana didn’t have her crutches anymore. They hurried toward a line of beach huts where a cement walkway would make their dash for shelter less perilous.

A few steps later, Dana slowed and dropped McKay’s hand. She smiled up into the sky. “Why run if we’re already soaked?”

She blinked and pushed back her hair.

McKay reached for her. “Isn’t this where the couple falling in love kisses in the movies?”

She wrapped her arms around his waist. “Sometimes.”

“Why in the rain?”

“It makes good footage?”

McKay brushed a kiss across her lips. She tasted like the sea, wild and unexpected. Unique like the ring in his pocket. It called to him like a mysterious ring of fantasy origin, beckoning him to take it out and put it on her finger, to declare this the first step to the future. Too soon screamed his brain.

Too soon the kisses ended as Dana pulled back with a shiver. “I need to dry off before I catch the bus.”