Pete shook his head. Paulie made me promise not to follow him and not to tell anybody else where the grove is. He’s pretty good at resisting those weird voices, but you guys wouldn’t stand a chance.
He was talking about Devlin, she realized. I’m not with that guy, Carson said. He’s just an old friend. I have a lot of guy friends.Blake brought his hand to his jaw and scratched. Oh.
So what did you want to talk about? she asked, still not comfortable with his following her.We got cut off earlier. At Dunleavy’s. We were going to set a time for me to teach you about kiteboarding. You still interested?Oh. Yeah, sure, Carson said, regrouping. That made sense. It was a relief he wasn’t stalking her . . . not much, anyway. It was actually flattering that he was so determined. When’s a good time for you?
He shrugged. I work during the day so weekends are good. Or any day after five.Carson considered the party this weekend. She was excited to learn and didn’t want to put the lesson off too long. He pulled into the driveway of Sea Breeze and parked the car.
Monday? she suggested, leaning forward in the seat.
He faced her then, and in the dim light she could just see the side of his mouth curl in a smile. Monday it is. I’ll meet you at Station Twenty-Eight at five.Dora giggled and began humming the tune Dueling Banjos.
Enough of this lollygagging. Mamaw crisply clapped her hands. If we have a guest arriving in a little over forty-eight hours and a dinner party to plan, we have more work to do than I can shake a stick at.Where will we put her? asked Dora.
I could give her my room, Harper suggested.Heavens, no, Mamaw said. I won’t feel comfortable sharing a bathroom with someone I’ve never met.