Lying on her side, Laura focussed on the water's edge. Small waves were rolling up the beach, threatening to reach her towel, before they paused and slid harmlessly away, only a trace of foam and wet sand proof that they'd made it so far up the shore.
The motion was hypnotising, and she began to relax. Turning so that she lay on her stomach, she let her eyes drift closed. Her breathing slowed and deepened, her senses enjoying the pleasant tingle of the sharp salty air.
She was woken by someone rubbing sunscreen into her shoulders.
"I don't want you to burn."
She hummed in pleasure as his hands lowered to the diamond-shaped piece of skin exposed on her back.
"Bill?"
"Yeah?"
"Why'd you put your name down at the computer dating service?"
"I didn't."
She rolled over and squinted up at him. "But I thought…"
"My son set up my profile without me knowing. I went to the restaurant with the intention of politely apologising to a Ms Laura Roslin, and telling her there'd been a mistake. But…"
His finger slid to the valley of her breasts, before slowly travelling to brush across her right nipple. His light touch made it strain uncomfortably against the cup of her swimsuit.
"We should call him. And thank him."
Bill sighed and rolled onto his back beside her, staring up at the glaring sun that had at last made an appearance today.
"Bill?" she prompted, placing her palm on his chest, which was still wet from his dip in the ocean.
"He's dead. Apparently he did it before he died."
"I'm sorry."
He moved to hover above her again.
"At least I can add this-," he leaned down and kissed her, "-to the list of good things he did before he died."
