Winnie stood staring at the melting ice. She held her sandals in one hand while her bare feet wiggled on the wet sand.
A large ditch carrying the melting water back to the ocean separated her from the ice. The tall wall was about half its original size.
The moon reflected against it, giving it a blue glow. Winnie shivered against the night wind. The air around the ice was much cooler.
She heard footsteps but didn't bother to look back. Only one person would follow her out to the beach so late at night.
He wrapped an arm around her neck, holding her against himself. "What are you doing out here?"
Winnie closed her eyes and dropped her sandals. She grabbed his arm with both hands and took a deep breath. His familiar scent filled her nostrils, and her shoulders relaxed.
"That is my line," she said and opened her eyes. She could almost catch his reflection on the ice. "You shouldn't be moving around just yet."
