watched them with a kind of half frown on her face.
Aidan suspected she was trying not to show her displeasure at being stuck with tutoring him, reminding Aidan again of how dramatically they’d gotten off on the wrong foot.
She picked up a shovel and a bucket and started walking toward the ocean. After traveling several feet she stopped and turned around. Her voice held a tinge of impatience. “Let’s get going there, Safari Boy. The tide waits for no man.”
“Oh. Right,” Aidan said.
Janie raised her brows and gave her head a little shake. “Yes, so that means we need to get going.” She turned and headed once more toward the surf.
Aidan grinned at Tag, picked up his gear and jogged after her.
Maybe it was an Alaska thing, Aidan thought as he followed Janie toward the water—taking normal activities to a level of seriousness that didn’t seem quite warranted. It was a clam—a simple bivalve. How tough could this be?
* * *
JANIE KNEW WHAT Aidan was thinking—or she imagined she did. The esteemed scientist was going to easily master this task, slay some clams and probably teach her a few things in the process. Well, she’d let him try. Was she hoping to exact a little revenge for the comments she’d overheard? Maybe. Initially. But at least part of what happened next he deserved, because she did try to warn him.
Janie quickly explained the basics of razor clam digging.
“See these holes?” She pointed out some indentations in the sand. “That’s where a clam is showing. The back of the clam will be toward the ocean. So you put your shovel about this far from the hole.” She placed the tip of her shovel in the sand. “Dig down with a couple quick strokes. If you’re good—or lucky—you’ll get close to the shell, almost grazing it, as you remove enough sand to stick your hand in and pull out a clam.”
She smoothly demonstrated her instructions and held up a clam.
“Looks simple enough. Wow. They’re bigger than I expected.” He took the clam from her and examined it.
“They’re also fast. So—”
“I’ve got it,” he interrupted with easy confidence.
Numerous attempts later and he still definitely had not “got it.” Janie glanced in his bucket and counted four clams. They would be here all day at this rate and the tide definitely would not wait that long—and neither would she.
“I don’t feel it. Where in the world is it?”
“Probably about halfway to China, I’d guess,” Janie responded as he mucked around in another hole.
Aidan chuckled but kept scrounging around in the sand, his arm buried nearly to his shoulder.
“No, seriously—give it up. They can dig like nine inches in a minute—probably faster here. Even though it’s cold, this sand is pretty soft. That clam is long gone. Here, watch me again.”
His voice held a note of disbelief. “Nine inches per minute? That would be—”
Janie talked as she dug and tried not to let the exasperation seep into her voice. “Yes, that means they could dig several feet in no time flat. I’m not making these numbers up. You’ve met my son, right? He finds these kinds of facts extremely interesting and recites them nonstop.”
Aidan flashed her a quick grin. “I can relate. But, wow, that seems awfully quick...”
She leveled another look at him, daring him to dispute her as she placed three more clams in her bucket.
He held up a hand. “Okay, I’m trying again.”
“Don’t dig quite so much sand this time. You don’t need a hole that big—you’re not burying a body.”
Untold minutes later he was on his hands and knees with his arm elbow-deep in yet another still too-large hole, feeling around for a clam she knew was long gone.
Janie glanced toward the ocean and saw it coming. She called quickly, “Wait, Aidan, you need to move—”
“I’m getting this one.”
“Aidan—”
“Hold on a sec...”
Picking up Aidan’s bucket as well as her own, she backed up the beach a ways to watch the action unfold.
Seconds later the incoming wave doused him, surging right over his back, which was unadvisedly turned toward the ocean.
He yelped and popped to his feet, water whooshing out the tops of his boots.
Janie smothered a laugh in the crook of her arm, before looking up again. Aidan stood there, holding a clam, dripping and silent, gaping at her in that breath-stealing, cold-water-plunge kind of way. It reminded her of when the boys surfaced after jumping into the river on a really warm day.
“Hey, good job! You got it.” She snorted out a laugh—it was too funny not to.
He finally found his voice. “You could have warned me.”
“I did.”
“You said not to turn my back on the ocean.”
“Exactly.” She gestured toward the water because that’s precisely what he’d done.
“I thought you were being overly cautious. I was envisioning a tsunami. I figured the odds of that were slim and that I’d have plenty of time.”
Janie shrugged and chuckled again. “I tried to warn you that the wave was coming, but you shushed me. Do you want to go back to the pickup so you can warm up? Bering usually has extra clothes in his vehicles.” She hoped he’d say yes.
“No, I don’t have my limit yet.”
“Um, I doubt that you’re going to get—”
“I will get my limit.”
“Or hypothermia,” she quipped.
Aidan grinned and ran a hand through his wet hair. Then he leaned on his shovel. She had to give him credit for being a good sport. But suddenly the intensity on his face had her bracing herself for an uncomfortable question.
“Why do I get the feeling you don’t like me?”
Really? she wanted to ask. Instead she said, “I have no idea.”
“Is this still about the bee?”
She sighed. “No, it’s not about the bee.”
“Then what? I, uh, I’m not the best at reading people. Sometimes I need things spelled out.”
“Well, do you think you’ve done—or said—something to earn my dislike?”
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