Kit pulled hard on the oars to get the boat over the breakers and kept rowing so the land behind Juliet diminished.
‘What if a ferry comes?’ she said.
‘No one will see,’ said Kit, laying down the oars, kneeling forward to kiss her.
‘I should have brought a blanket…’
Over her shoulder, under the water, he saw something flicker.
He moved away from her and looked over the side.
‘The bottom’s dirty…’
Far below, a light twinkled. A candle? Ridiculous, he thought.
He stood. And drawn to the light, he dived.
‘Kit?’ said Juliet into the empty evening. ‘Kit?’
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