The car had performed well on the treacherous pass, and was now hugging the turns along the coast. Charging now, as the morning fog steadily rose and the view grew larger and more splendid with each winding turn.
Anna, in the passenger seat, looked determined to restrict her gaze to the sky, away from the shimmering tide that so baited her. If she didn’t, she might stare at the cliff’s edge until her face puckered with queasiness. A short metal guardrail was all that separated them from a steep plunge to the jagged rocks below. Thus, she was glad Robert had taken the top down. There was a gripping excitement in the air—the birds knew it. The sky was a light, washed-out blue, and the marine layer wouldn’t burn off until noon, yet the air was already warm and comfortable.
“It’s going to be a hot day,†she said and added, “look at the gulls,†as though the two were inherently associated.
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