The walk on the beach had taken a bit longer than Lance had anticipated, since D.A. had wanted to sniff everything and get reacquainted with his territory, but they'd eventually made it back from the sand and crashing surf. Lance felt more grounded for it; he needed the sound of the sea to balance him, keep him on an even keel.
Sometimes he wondered if he'd been a selkie in a past life.
He was in the kitchen when Valmae returned, and he tossed her a smile. "Yeh feeling hungry? I'm thinking of whippin' somethin' up."