With who?""Whom," Robyn corrected in a deliberately offhand voice, frowning down at the selection of clothing laid out on her bed. She was trying to think of a reasonable answer to the question she knew her cousin was on the point of asking.Kris made a rude noise and ignored the correction of her bad grammar. "You're really going sailing with Shane Justice?" She looked over at Marty. "Is she crazy?""She says not." Marty's voice was as grim as her face. "I'll take leave to doubt that, though."Her gaze swinging back to Robyn, Kris said carefully, "You're jumping into this-this relationship with Shane awfully quickly, sweetie. Are you sure, you're not-""Rushing things?" Robyn looked up at last, a faint smile lifting her lips. "That's what this trip is for- to make sure we.. .get off on the right foot." Her smile faded but didn't entirely disappear. She added quietly, "Brian's dead, Kris. And he wouldn't have wanted me to grieve forever."Kris made another rude noise. "He wouldn't have grieved this long.
