Years ago, he saw her swimming in Makha Bay in northern Washington State. Her bare shoulders. The graceful curve of her neck.
He'd been too nervous then, but this time would be different. He'd rehearsed the scenario a thousand times, hoping for another chance. Surely she'd talk to him. They had so much in common.
He stepped from the trees and waved, but she disappeared with a splash before he could speak.
Maybe people were right. Maybe his feet were too big. But, he didn't care what they said around Loch Ness. He'd never think of her as a monster.