More laughter rippled from a few towels over, and the older man who’d given Claire a pitying look earlier now gave her an approving nod. Claire leaned back in her chair, the corners of her mouth curling into a satisfied smile.
“Kids will be kids,” she said lightly, her voice just loud enough to carry. The mother froze for half a second, eyes narrowing into sharp slits, before shoving the laptop into her bag with jerky movements. She rolled her towel hastily, slammed the cooler lid shut, and called for Liam in clipped, tight syllables.