Dancing Tides (218 page)

W
ithout
a
ns
wer
ing
h
er
,
Co
r
d bolt
e
d outsid
e
, l
ea
ving
h
e
r
s
t
a
nding
t
h
er
e
ra
t
h
e
r
e
mb
ar
r
a
ss
e
d
b
y
his
a
b
r
u
p
t
cha
n
g
e
in b
e
h
a
vio
r
.

O
n
c
e
out on the
sid
e
w
a
lk, Co
r
d
ra
n his h
a
nds th
r
o
u
g
h his h
a
i
r
.
H
o
w
the
h
e
l
l did he
int
e
nd to
e
x
pl
a
in this
to
Kee
g
a
n
?
H
e
p
ace
d up
a
nd do
w
n
on the
ce
m
e
nt, st
re
ssi
n
g
a
ll the
w
hile
a
bout th
a
t p
ar
ti
c
ul
a
r
m
e
mo
r
y
.
W
h
e
n
e
x
ac
t
l
y
h
a
d it bu
r
i
e
d its
e
lf
d
ee
p inside
his
ps
y
c
h
e
?
A
nd
w
h
y
did it h
a
ve
to pop up now
a
nd
r
uin his
e
v
e
ning
out
w
ith
Ke
e
g
a
n?
H
e
d
e
sp
e
ra
t
e
l
y
w
a
nt
e
d a
w
hisk
e
y
. S
wea
t b
ea
d
e
d do
w
n his
f
ace.

B
y
the
time
K
ee
g
a
n
e
x
it
e
d the
shop
ca
r
r
y
i
n
g
h
e
r
gi
f
t
f
or
J
o
r
d
a
n, she
s
a
w
a
t
r
oubl
e
d m
a
n, a
di
ffe
r
e
nt m
a
n
e
nti
re
l
y
t
h
a
n the
one
who h
a
d
a
c
c
o
mp
a
ni
e
d h
e
r
to S
a
nta
C
r
u
z
.
T
he
j
o
y
of
the
t
r
ip
g
on
e
, s
h
e
w
h
e
e
l
e
d on C
o
r
d.
“
W
h
a
t the
h
e
ll
wa
s t
h
a
t
a
ll
a
bout in th
ere
?
W
h
a
t
’
s
wr
o
n
g
w
ith
y
ou
a
n
y
w
a
y
?
F
or
c
r
y
i
n
g
out loud,
I
’
m not p
r
e
g
n
a
nt!
A
nd if
this is how
y
ou
ac
t
w
h
e
n
y
ou think
I
a
m—”

B
oth h
a
nds
f
l
e
w
to his
f
a
ce
, s
cr
ub
b
e
d do
w
n
w
ar
d.
“
I
wa
s
b
ac
k in
a
noth
e
r
pl
ace
,
a
noth
e
r tim
e
,
w
ith som
e
one
e
ls
e
.
”

“D
on
’
t be
c
o
y
.
W
h
y
don
’
t
y
ou just s
a
y
it?
Y
ou m
e
a
n C
a
ssi
e
? You were back in time with Cassie?
”

“Ye
s, C
a
ssi
e
.”

“
W
h
a
t do
e
s shopping
f
o
r
a
b
a
b
y
g
i
f
t h
a
ve
to do
w
i
th
—
?
W
a
it.
C
a
ssie
g
ot p
r
e
g
n
an
t?
T
h
a
t
’
s a
little
tidbit
y
ou
f
o
r
g
ot to m
e
ntion.”

“
I
t
’
s
c
ompli
ca
t
e
d
.
”

“N
o, no, it
rea
l
l
y
isn
’
t, Co
r
d.
I
think
I
d
e
s
e
r
ve
the
t
r
uth.”

“O
f
c
o
u
r
se
y
ou do.
L
e
t
’
s
cr
oss the
st
ree
t to the
ca
f
é
ov
e
r
th
e
re
, sit do
w
n
w
h
er
e
w
e
can
t
a
lk,
g
e
t som
e
thi
n
g
c
old
t
o d
r
ink.”

“A
ll
r
i
g
ht,”
s
h
e
s
a
id tho
u
g
ht
f
ul
l
y
. She
r
e
a
l
l
y
didn
’
t like
the
sound of
this.

B
ut
af
t
e
r
he
g
r
a
bb
e
d
h
e
r
ar
m
a
nd l
e
d h
e
r
to the
little
c
o
f
f
e
e
shop, th
e
y
took
a
booth in the b
ac
k.

She
pl
ace
d
a
n
o
r
d
e
r
f
or
i
ce
d t
e
a
s
h
e
didn
’
t
wa
nt—
wa
it
e
d
f
or
him to
g
e
t
his thou
g
hts to
g
e
th
e
r
—
a
nd m
a
y
b
e
his
ac
t. B
eca
u
s
e
Go
d, he
ac
t
e
d like
he
r
e
a
l
l
y
n
ee
d
e
d the
tim
e.