It had just ticked past two hours and fifteen minutes. Any second now. When she looked down to check her own watch, she caught Heloise giving her a sidelong glance. She raised her brows in question. “Do you think he’ll be much longer?” Heloise asked quietly. “Maybe I should take the boys back to the house and start getting ready for the barbecue.” She smiled, shaking her head. “He’ll be here soon.” “Yeah, Mom,” Heloise’s younger son chirped. “He’ll be here any minute.” She shot Heloise an apologetic wince, but the older woman waved her hand dismissively. She returned her attention to the finish line, which was positioned at the end of a section of enclosed path that emerged from a clump of trees. She thought about the cheeky wink Bronnik had given her as he’d moved into position at the seaside start line, his body lean and powerful in the snug wetsuit, and she couldn’t suppress an affectionate smile. “He’s coming!” Heloise’s older son exclaimed, hanging over the metal fence that edged the route.
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