This is not a date, she tells herself, though her nerves are bright and jangly with anticipation. She will attempt to make Huck her ally. She needs one here on this island.
All three sets of eyes zeroed in on her.After explaining what she meant, Lori turned her attention to the people bobbing in the pool. Besides, I’m here for you three this week.
After several quiet seconds, she turned to find all three of them staring.Last time I looked, Shannon started, we’re all adults. And while you may have brought us together, that doesn’t mean we’re your charges. You’re not Aunt Lori.You’re not even our lawyer on this trip, Trina said.
I’m always your lawyer. Lori whispered the last word and looked around as if she’d said a dirty word.Avery pointed to her chest. I’m not paying you five hundred dollars an hour this week . . . what about you, Trina?
Nope . . . you, Shannon?
My bill has been paid.He looked at the offering, but didn’t bend forward in the chair to collect it.
Really? I lifted my eyebrows. He still didn’t bend for it. Do you want them on a silver platter? I stood and reached the cards across the TV tray, getting them closer to him.Finally, he extended his hand and took them.
Happy days, I mumbled, sitting back down. If he’d been someone else, I definitely would’ve told him to get bent and find someone else to wait on him. Go ahead and cut those.His eyes dipped before he turned the deck over and fanned out the cards, looking at the pictures. A small crease formed between his brows, but he didn’t comment. The cards slid against each other as he shuffled, not nearly as practiced as me.