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Mickey found Robin to be exactly as he expected, as apt a student in a kayak as she was a magnificent pilot. Whitewater boats were twitchy, particularly on flat water like a lake, and lots of people never got used to it. Robin easily transferred that dancer–martial arts balance and flexibility onto the water.
“The direction you go as you paddle is largely controlled by your hips. Shift your hips right and you’ll go right, though it will feel as if you’re leaning the other way.”
“And I have such nice hips.”
“I should never have told you that.”
“You weren’t the first,” she teased.
“Who was?”
Robin tried to paddle away from him, but however natural she might be in the air, she still had a lot to learn in a kayak.
Mickey slipped up close behind her. He dipped the fingers of one hand
