So . . . you heard nothing? she asked suspiciously. Nothing at all?
Hey, MacKenzie.I jumped but instantly recognized the raspy voice of Soni, the older lady who lived one door down.
Hey, Soni, I said.Early night again? she asked through the small crack in her door.Yeah, I said. ’Night.
Inside my apartment, I kicked off my heels and flopped down on the couch. Soni’s words rang in my ears. Early night again?What the hell did it say about me when an old woman thought I was having an early night? But she was right; I used to go out every night and stay out late. If it wasn’t an all-nighter at the hospital, it was an all-nighter at the club. Lately I’d been feeling like I wanted more. As if maybe I could find someone more permanent in my life.
Could Chris be that person? Not if I didn’t figure out how to pull it together.
And I really needed to pull it together.‘I didn’t volunteer—’ Art began, but Dennis elbowed him, slopping water out of the sink.
‘She cooked for you, now hush,’ he said. He held out his hand to her again. ‘It’s been a pleasure meeting you, Emily. I hope to see you again.’‘You will,’ said Robbie, and after she had also shaken Art’s distinctly wet hand, they climbed the ladder on to the deck.
The sunlight dazzled her for a moment. As Robbie had predicted, all the fog had burned away, leaving her with a view of boats clustered around wooden pontoons. Nora Mae was one of the largest, but there were sailboats and motorboats, some with people working on them.‘They liked you,’ Robbie said, helping her off the deck and on to the pontoon.