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The unpredictable Misty Bay weather played more tricks on them. By the time they made it back to the cove, the wind had petered out to nothing more than a steady breeze. The rain, so fierce just an hour earlier, had decreased from a torrent to a slow drizzle.
The wind had shifted, said Bob over the radio, and was now knocking down the waves. He gave them the go-ahead to leave the cove and wished them a safe trip.
Probably for the best, Lucas knew. One hot encounter was one thing; repeating it would lead to complications. He had enough of those in his life and didn’t need any more.
They headed back around nine in the evening. The receding clouds crowded dark and sullen on the horizon to the west, with the low sun breaking through in jagged bursts of copper.
So dramatic, like a toddl
