It hadn't been raining when Isabel had started into town, but halfway there, the intermittent showers weren't so intermittent any more. Isabel was soggy and cold and grumpy when she finally made it to the clinic.
"I hear Tahiti is nice this time of year," Isabel said, snuggling into his arms. "They actually have beach weather. I'm actually looking forward to getting back to the desert at this rate."
"There's the quarry," she offered. "If you want to stick around for a few days once we get back to Roswell, we can head out there for an afternoon. I'm sure everyone would be up for a barbeque."
"The boys of the Bering Sea also known as Deadliest Catch. It's the end of red crab season," she explained. It was scary how much she now knew about the various crab seasons. "So they'll be getting paid. Next weeks starts opillio season. In December. It's scary as hell."
Isabel grinned. "If you can wait till Sunday when we're back in the dorms, I promise it'll be worth your while." Not that she was counting the days or anything.
Wyatt leaned back and wrapped his arms around Isabel. After a few moments of watching the tv, he said, "Huh, maybe I should get a job doing that. Looks like fun."
"Depends," Wyatt said. "If you want me waiting for you to get home at night with dinner ready on the table, you might be really disappointed. Or possibly poisoned."
"That too," she nodded, taking a deep breath and struggling mightily to resist the urge to go put an exam room to use. "Okay, crabbing. Cold sea water. And I think I'd better find a new spot to sit. This is too tempting."
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"We left Greece for this?"
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"So what are you watching? And can I possibly persuade you to change to the Discovery Channel?"
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Just ignore that little hip wiggle.
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"I think I'm going out with Meg tomorrow," she decided.
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