Beth rests her chin on his shoulder, her fingers playing with his wet hair. Her eyes close after a minute or two, and she lets out a near silent sigh.

If they stay like this much longer, she could probably drift off to sleep right here and now. Even with the occasional babble from Junior to break the relative silence here under the trees now that the rain's mostly stopped.

Her fingertip traces his collarbone through the fabric of his shirt, and she makes her eyes open again.

Next time she gets a chance to take a real shower in a private and lockable bathroom, she's going to urge him to sneak in with her. That's all there is to it.

"On the bright side," she tells him as if they were already in the middle of a conversation, "you haven't gotten to see any amazons yet."