But Derio just shakes his head, and before I know what he’s doing, he jumps off the dock, landing with a splash that completely swamps me. My hair is plastered against my head like a wet mop. He swims over and pulls me into him with a wicked look in his eyes. “You think I would let you have all the fun?” He gives me a wet, salty kiss and then looks over at the people on the dock. “Un minuto, per favore,” he says, giving them a wave. Then he grins at me and presses his forehead against mine. “Where you go, I go,” he says. “To the land, to the sea. Always and forever.”
We turn to look at the horizon, just as the sun slips below it.