The word husband sliced like a knife, but her mother seemed to take the jab as no more than an annoying bee sting to be swiped away.
“In due time,” Maori said with a shrug and tossed her long golden braid over her shoulder as if it were in her way. “I’d like to catch up with you first.” Her expression softened and appeared hopeful.
Despite her reasons for leaving Sirena, perhaps the woman did care for her daughter. Sirena believed the Merrows could not resist the call to the sea, and legends always held a bit of the truth, but Maori Seafair had returned. It had to be for a good reason.
