With the high season poised to begin in earnest, the slips were filling up and far more people were milling about than the day he’d first come down here a few weeks ago to tell Kate he was rescinding her safety citation.The thought of her brought a smile to his face—for two reasons. First, he just liked thinking about her. But second, the irony of their situation struck him as humorous. If someone had told him a few weeks ago that he was going to find himself falling in love with the red-haired spitfire who’d stormed into his office, he’d have laughed.God, it seemed, had a sense of humor about such things.As he started to turn away, his smile still in place, a glimpse of red hair caught his eye. Kate. She must have taken a spin in the Lucy Sue, he assumed as he watched her secure a line to her finger pier.But something didn’t look quite right.His smile faded as he squinted at the distant figure, trying to determine what was wrong with the picture. Her movements were rather stiff, he noted, as she rose.
