Page 31 of Hidden Depths

"Ivy..."

"What?"

"You take pictures of everything."

"Not everything."

Click.

"Mostly everything."

Ward groaned playfully.

"Am I going to end up on your website?"

"Oh, definitely."

Storm folded her arms.

"You need permission first."

Ivy looked genuinely shocked.

"I always ask."

"You ask after."

"Details."

The yacht rolled gently beneath our feet.

Storm instinctively shifted her weight.

Perfect balance.

She moved with the boat.

Not against it.

I realized she'd been doing it all day.

Without thinking.

Like she'd become part of the sea itself.

She caught me watching her.

"What?"

"You don't even notice you're doing it."

"Doing what?"

"Moving with the yacht."

She looked down.

"I guess I don't."