She peaked over the rock to make sure he was turned around. She darted, grabbed her clothes and such, and went for cover again. She muttered French naughty words in response to his continuous talking. He sure did like to hear the sound of his own voice, she thought as she fixed any loose ties or buttons that needed fixing.

Now to plan a dignified exit. The last thing she wanted to do was to encourage him. "It is of no consequence," she said once she was righted, "It doesn't matter. I'll be on my way now so you might enjoy the beach now," she said and started for the path like a skittish foal.

Problem was, he was much too good looking for HER own good, and she was not about to inflate that ego of his by making that known to him.