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coldly, through teeth gritted to a grind.
“Hi, long time no see.” The girl kissed Damn warmly on the cheek and continued around the table, kissing everyone, French style. Her buoyant smile was so captivating, her boyfriend was obligated by politesse to follow her lead, although he looked as though it was killing him to be within a thousand miles of Damn. As they shook hands, each looked in the other direction, determined not to meet eyes.
“I'm Katelijn.” the girl said, “Have we met before? You look familiar,” she asked Sasha.
“I think I may have seen you at the Lune Noire with Marc on his rare foray in public. You're from Sweden aren't you?”
“Holland, yeah, I'm Dutch, from Amsterdam.” Indie liked the girl's accent and her warmth. “I've been back a week, had to persuade my father to buy me another ticket. Shall we join you?”
Damn and Marc bristled like wolf-pack leaders at the suggestion but she was already pulling up a chair on the other side of Indie and asking when she'd arrived, wasn't it fantastic. She was so authentically friendly no one would have had the heart to refuse her and another round of drinks was ordered.
The foreign girls chatted in English and the men gritted their teeth, exchanging a few words in French. Sasha's phone rang and she moved away from the table to take it.
“Time to go?” Indie asked when she finished, assuming Tolar was hollering for her to come home and deal with her children.
“I'll be back in a while,” she whispered, “Wait for me right here.” She hurried through the bar and out into the hotel reception.
When the perfect water-ski hour arrived, Damn and Marc rose to meet the boat that arrived same time, same place, from a resort down the coast. The guy who gave expensive lessons to tourists all day, ran a lucrative sideline towing the locals.
“You coming?” Marc turned back to demand Katelijn.
“No, I'm going to talk to Indie,” she replied. “I want to make a girlfriend down here.” Marc jogged down the sand to the water. “It get's too much relying on him for all my society,” she told Indie. “It leaves me too open.”
“What's with those two?” Indie asked. “There seems to be some heavy tension going on between them.”
“There is but I was, er, not here when it all happened.” Katlijn looked uncomfortable, especially as Laurent's ears were tweaking. She clearly didn't want to talk too much. “It's sad because they've known each other their whole lives and used to be best best buddies. Something happened though when Marc got divorced and even Dam's father got involved.”
“Who is his father? I met the mother today, or I should say I was in the same room as her. Kind of terrifying.”
“I think it's an act these old French families put on to show their superiority. There's a tight ring of them on the island, here since forever and they think they own the place.”
“Some of them actually do, Damien's father is one of those,” Laurent said, looking up from his notepad.
“Now I'm curious. I wish he'd been home when we were at the beach house earlier.”
“Oh, the beach house isn't home. They've got a massive estate up in the hills.”
“So is Marc's family all French aristo too?”
“Yeah, but loose since his mother ran off, couldn't stand the closed community. His dad is more laid back but still dictates how his sons should live.”
“How is he to you? Because they don't seem fond of outsiders.”
“They aren't, they hate them but he's alright. He likes me better than the last one apparently, who's giving him hell over their divorce.”
“He was married?”
“Is married, to an ex-pat who hooked him and now refuses to let go.”
“It stinks when one partner hangs on when the other is done. There's no changing a mind once it's set. When a relationship ends it's like a switch is flipped and it's just-done.”
“Bad experience?”
“You could say so. My ex in New York is trying to get me
“Hi, long time no see.” The girl kissed Damn warmly on the cheek and continued around the table, kissing everyone, French style. Her buoyant smile was so captivating, her boyfriend was obligated by politesse to follow her lead, although he looked as though it was killing him to be within a thousand miles of Damn. As they shook hands, each looked in the other direction, determined not to meet eyes.
“I'm Katelijn.” the girl said, “Have we met before? You look familiar,” she asked Sasha.
“I think I may have seen you at the Lune Noire with Marc on his rare foray in public. You're from Sweden aren't you?”
“Holland, yeah, I'm Dutch, from Amsterdam.” Indie liked the girl's accent and her warmth. “I've been back a week, had to persuade my father to buy me another ticket. Shall we join you?”
Damn and Marc bristled like wolf-pack leaders at the suggestion but she was already pulling up a chair on the other side of Indie and asking when she'd arrived, wasn't it fantastic. She was so authentically friendly no one would have had the heart to refuse her and another round of drinks was ordered.
The foreign girls chatted in English and the men gritted their teeth, exchanging a few words in French. Sasha's phone rang and she moved away from the table to take it.
“Time to go?” Indie asked when she finished, assuming Tolar was hollering for her to come home and deal with her children.
“I'll be back in a while,” she whispered, “Wait for me right here.” She hurried through the bar and out into the hotel reception.
When the perfect water-ski hour arrived, Damn and Marc rose to meet the boat that arrived same time, same place, from a resort down the coast. The guy who gave expensive lessons to tourists all day, ran a lucrative sideline towing the locals.
“You coming?” Marc turned back to demand Katelijn.
“No, I'm going to talk to Indie,” she replied. “I want to make a girlfriend down here.” Marc jogged down the sand to the water. “It get's too much relying on him for all my society,” she told Indie. “It leaves me too open.”
“What's with those two?” Indie asked. “There seems to be some heavy tension going on between them.”
“There is but I was, er, not here when it all happened.” Katlijn looked uncomfortable, especially as Laurent's ears were tweaking. She clearly didn't want to talk too much. “It's sad because they've known each other their whole lives and used to be best best buddies. Something happened though when Marc got divorced and even Dam's father got involved.”
“Who is his father? I met the mother today, or I should say I was in the same room as her. Kind of terrifying.”
“I think it's an act these old French families put on to show their superiority. There's a tight ring of them on the island, here since forever and they think they own the place.”
“Some of them actually do, Damien's father is one of those,” Laurent said, looking up from his notepad.
“Now I'm curious. I wish he'd been home when we were at the beach house earlier.”
“Oh, the beach house isn't home. They've got a massive estate up in the hills.”
“So is Marc's family all French aristo too?”
“Yeah, but loose since his mother ran off, couldn't stand the closed community. His dad is more laid back but still dictates how his sons should live.”
“How is he to you? Because they don't seem fond of outsiders.”
“They aren't, they hate them but he's alright. He likes me better than the last one apparently, who's giving him hell over their divorce.”
“He was married?”
“Is married, to an ex-pat who hooked him and now refuses to let go.”
“It stinks when one partner hangs on when the other is done. There's no changing a mind once it's set. When a relationship ends it's like a switch is flipped and it's just-done.”
“Bad experience?”
“You could say so. My ex in New York is trying to get me
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