Let’s sit on the deck,’ Naomi said. Rennie pulled her face away from the other end of the room and eyed the view through the windows as though she’d forgotten it was there. The lake was still and flat, the calm after a breezy afternoon. She knew nothing about sailing, didn’t like the vulnerability she felt on the water, but Max would know with a glance the wind direction, the knots, the best tacking tactics. At this point, though, the only thing she wanted him to tell her was, ‘Hey, babe. I’m home.’ Naomi hooked an arm through hers. ‘Come on. You’re doing everything you can. Some fresh air will help.’ Naomi sat at the barbecue table, while Rennie stood with a coffee mug, watching the talking heads through the windows. ‘What should James tell me?’ Naomi squinted up at her. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Earlier, when the cop rang, you said, “You should tell her, James.” Tell me what?’ She sipped tea with her eyes on the lake. ‘I love the view from here.’ ‘Please, Naomi.’ Curling her hands around her mug as though the day was cold and she needed the warmth, she said, ‘Something happened at work.
