Stepping out of the water, she could feel Caspian's gaze on her, and it made her itch to hit him. Why couldn’t he disappear already? He perched casually at the end of her lounge chair, hands loosely clasped, watching her in that deliberate way of his. Ignoring him as best she could, she grabbed her towel, dried off quickly, and wrapped herself in her beach cover-up. Without sparing him a glance, she began gathering up her things.

"Lark, we need to talk," he said, his tone ...