‘Yes.’
‘About bloody time.’
He had grains of sand on his cheek. Rebecca brushed them away with her thumb. ‘How was it?’ she asked.
‘Too rough,’ he told her. ‘I’ll go back again this afternoon.’
‘Therese has promised to look after Michel. I’ll come out with you, if you like.’
His glad smile made her heart lift. ‘Great,’ he said. He put his free arm around her, his hand upon her buttock. ‘But perhaps I’d best check on the life-jackets first, eh?’