Not just a dream. Definitely not just a dream. It was, of course, interesting that that was his first assumption, but still not a dream.
Lydia caught a glimpse of what was going on over by the edge of the deck, and kept an eye on it from afar. If she slowly sauntered over while he tested out his initial lean, she had a feeling he might not notice. Or hoped, at least. She was casual about it. And thankfully, it put her close enough that by the time he was leaning so far over the railing that he might fall, she was well within reach.
So she utilised that, snatching out with one hand to snag the back of his shirt. She fisted her hand in the fabric and twisted, making the most of a technique Jordan taught her once - though in that case, it was to keep someone close so she could hit them in the face - to try and drag him back. Of course, she was tiny and wearing heels, and he was considerably more muscular than she was, so her leverage wasn't necessarily there, but still.
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Lydia caught a glimpse of what was going on over by the edge of the deck, and kept an eye on it from afar. If she slowly sauntered over while he tested out his initial lean, she had a feeling he might not notice. Or hoped, at least. She was casual about it. And thankfully, it put her close enough that by the time he was leaning so far over the railing that he might fall, she was well within reach.
So she utilised that, snatching out with one hand to snag the back of his shirt. She fisted her hand in the fabric and twisted, making the most of a technique Jordan taught her once - though in that case, it was to keep someone close so she could hit them in the face - to try and drag him back. Of course, she was tiny and wearing heels, and he was considerably more muscular than she was, so her leverage wasn't necessarily there, but still.
Worth a shot, right?