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of an odd sensation. Someone was watching them. Whether some sound or a flicker of light had alerted her, she didn't know, but she was sure they were no longer alone on that portion of the deck.
Deliberately, Linda turned and looked. She saw no one and hadn't expected to see anyone. This time the chairs had been stacked. Four or five people could have been concealed in the shadows beside the stacks. As long as a person stood still, no one could see him or her without walking right over. Donald did not turn his head, Linda noted with surprise, and felt a quiver of suspicion. That was unnatural. It was quite instinctive to look when someone else did.
"I thought I heard a sound," Linda said slowly. "I think someone is watching us."
Even as she spoke, Linda realized that Donald was as aware of the intruder as she was. The very stubbornness with which he stared out to sea and the tenseness of his stance betrayed him.
"There's no one there," he said.
Quite suddenly, he moved close to her and grasped her around the waist. Linda went icecold, but Donald only swung her around forcibly and said, "Come on, let's get out of here and get a drink."

 
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