Mark cared not that Claire had not followed him to his boat, and as he looked at the dark clouds on the horizon he said nothing, but a small smirk formed on his lips. He stepped onto his boat and put the key on the lock and headed into the cabin, home sweet home, and back to the kitchen he went. The fridge was well stocked, a good sign as he grabbed two cans of beer and headed back out onto the deck.<br/><br/>The lawnchair he took up was well worn, an imprint of his ass could be seen in the teal fabric. The area was covered and gave him a great view of the lake and oncoming storm. If Claire came back she would see him clearly since he was just to the right of his door.<br/><br/>Five minutes passed, then a drop, then another, and in typical Seattle fashion the rain was upon them. Unlike most Seattle storms which were drizzly this was big pellets of water cascading down rapidly as if the floodgates of heaven opened up. Instantly puddles formed on the dock, his boat was fine as the water sloped out the holes on the sides, and his covering provided him all the protection Mark would need.