He looked down at his bicep, a serious expression on his face. There he had tattooed three bands—two thick and the other thin. "Machu Picchu."
"What?"
He shook his head slightly. "Corrine and I went to Peru for an environmental cause that she was involved in. And while we were there we got matching tattoos, hers on her ankle. They are Incan tribal bands."
Tim stepped into the cool water and offered her his hand. She thought of the years he had with Corrine. He probably looked at her and thought that she knew nothing of the world.
The water felt wonderful and almost too cool. She shivered and he kept hold of her hand. "Here it's only four feet." He looked to the far end. "There it's ten feet."
"Feels good."
He nodded. "Hold a sec. I'm going to dip my head." Without releasing her han
