The sounds of the ocean and the gulls were loud in the early-morning quiet. Quinn watched Caitlin, as he had ever since he’d arrived two days ago, and thought again how lovely she was. Wearing a flowing white dress, she seemed as ethereal as the diaphanous white haze through which she walked. “Good morning, Caitlin,” he called when she drew close enough to hear him. “Good morning. I didn’t know anyone else was up yet. ” “At six a.m., no matter where I am in the world, my eyes pop open. What’s your excuse?” She laughed. “I’ve always loved this time of day on the cliffs. Even when I was a little girl, I used to climb out of bed and come here. I considered this time and this place my very own piece of heaven before the day began. I never grew out of that feeling. And now with the work going on at the house, I steal this time before the workmen start arriving at eight.”
