He had not even crouched down when the woman arrived.
Her phone was the first thing I noticed.
She carried it at arm’s length, filming herself while strolling along the shoreline.
A wide hat cast a perfect shadow over her face. Her sunglasses were oversized and black. A pale cover-up floated behind her as though she expected everyone else to move aside.
She stopped directly before Noah’s castle.
Not beside it.
In front of it.
“Seriously?” she hissed.
Noah went still, the flag still clasped in his hand.
The woman lowered her phone and glanced toward a beach blanket several yards behind her.
“Gross! This thing ruins the view from my spot.”
I rose to my feet.
“We’ll be done soon,” I said. “He’s just placing the flag.”
She stared at me as though I had tried to hand her a soaked towel.
Before I could step closer, she swung one leg through the tallest tower.