Page 10 of Hidden Depths

"Accurate."

I laughed.

"I like confidence."

"So do I."

There was no arrogance in the statement.

Just certainty.

Another sister walked down the dock carrying what looked suspiciously like a toolbox.

Her blond hair was piled on top of her head in a messy knot.

There was grease on her cheek.

She stopped beside Storm.

"The starboard engine's happy."

"What about the port?"

"It was offended that I ignored it."

Storm sighed.

"Calle."

"I'm kidding."

Storm looked at me.

"She does that."

"Frequently?"

"Constantly."

"I'm standing right here," Calle called, climbing back into the engine room.

Storm smiled despite herself.

I noticed.

It changed her entire face.

For just a second...

The captain disappeared.

The big sister remained.

A movement near the end of the dock caught my attention.

An older woman stepped out of a small white building overlooking the marina.

She carried a tray of cinnamon rolls so fresh I could smell them from twenty feet away.