JULIAN STUFFED HIS hands into his pockets and began walking along the firm sand, his Italian leather shoes sinking with each step he took.
“I am. But it’s a good thing.”
She twirled again like a five-year-old with a new party dress, a sight he would never have assumed he would find attractive on a woman. But Samara was utterly enchanting.
“How is it a good thing?”
How much should he tell her? They were beginning an affair of sorts, so some nice words were appropriate, but this woman was an Alice. There was a large rabbit hole in front of him and the last thing he wanted to do was go tumbling down it.
“It’s good because I’ve never met a woman like you. You’re fun.”
She laughed again, the sound so clean and smooth it sent a shiver down his spine. There was no pretense or artifice to he
