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Chapter Eight
I didn’t get on the last ferry to the mainland, and I hoped Mack wasn’t surprised. I needed time to figure out how I felt about the fact that he and Harley used to be together, and how Harley would feel if she found out. I knew there was nothing positive she could say to me about him. She’d broken up with him for a reason. If he were good, she would have kept him for herself, right?
I’d woken up in a bad mood, which meant no one in my path was safe. As shitty luck would have it, Travis was at the gas station that morning, and I noticed he was sporting a black eye.
“That guy won’t bother you again. I promise you that.”
I realized that Mack had made good on his promise, because as soon as Travis saw me he made a beeline for his car and sped away. Things got even worse when I went into Catch to start the dinner shift, and Mama informed me that she hired a new girl named Carina. She was about my age and pretty enough, I guess, with bright red hair I was positive she dyed regularly to keep it so vibrant. She was also a member of the mysterious Risto family, who moved to the island about a year ago. We didn’t know much about them except they had lots of money, which made it odd that Carina took a job as a waitress. However, one thing I did learn about her was that she was a ridiculous overachiever in an annoyingly accurate kind of way.
“Excuse me, miss,” an elderly man called out to us as we walked by his table. “What time is it?” Carina and I both pulled our phones out of our aprons at the same time but gave different answers.
“It’s almost eight o’clock,” I answered.
“Actually, it’s seven fifty-three,” Carina corrected from behind me, and I turned to glare at her before storming off. She hurried after me, whispering, “What? He might need to take medicine or something. What if he ends up taking it too soon? Seven minutes might make a difference.”
I whirled around and scowled. “If his old timer’s disease is so bad that he forgets to wear a watch, especially if seven minutes makes all the difference when it comes to his medication, then he shouldn’t be out alone.”
“Do you mean Alzheimer’s Disease . . .?”
“Listen, I don’t need you to correct me. I know what it’s called and I said it the way I meant it. I don’t care how you interpretate it.”
“ Interpret , and if I were you I would stop talking.” She twisted her mouth and cocked her head to the side in amusement.
“Just shut up and go refill water glasses or something,” I snapped, and then shoved a pitcher of water into her hands. When my mother appeared from the kitchen I immediately stalked up to her.
“Mama, we have to talk about Carina. I don’t like her.”
“Jonna, you don’t like anybody, so that’s not saying much.” She shook her head dismissively as she walked past me to deliver two hot food plates to a table.
“Yeah but she . . .”
I stopped speaking midsentence as Mack and Brando walk through the door. His eyes slowly scanned the room until he found me. His lips immediately drew into a tight line before his gaze shifted to the pool tables to the right. He began walking in that direction with Brando following.
“Great,” I mumbled and was about to send Carina over to take their drink order, but Harley was already approaching their table and waving her arms frantically. Mack was also speaking and shaking his head. He crossed his arms and glared at Harley while she glared back at him. When Brando started talking she transferred her gaze in his direction, and Mack shifted his eyes to me. I knew instantly that he was angry, but it wasn’t with Harley. He was angry with me. It was almost like I could read his mind and he was saying, Come here, Jonna.
I broke eye contact with him, because there was no way I planned to be seen talking to him, especially by Harley. It would just open up a line of questioning I wasn’t prepared to answer right now.
Chapter Eight
I didn’t get on the last ferry to the mainland, and I hoped Mack wasn’t surprised. I needed time to figure out how I felt about the fact that he and Harley used to be together, and how Harley would feel if she found out. I knew there was nothing positive she could say to me about him. She’d broken up with him for a reason. If he were good, she would have kept him for herself, right?
I’d woken up in a bad mood, which meant no one in my path was safe. As shitty luck would have it, Travis was at the gas station that morning, and I noticed he was sporting a black eye.
“That guy won’t bother you again. I promise you that.”
I realized that Mack had made good on his promise, because as soon as Travis saw me he made a beeline for his car and sped away. Things got even worse when I went into Catch to start the dinner shift, and Mama informed me that she hired a new girl named Carina. She was about my age and pretty enough, I guess, with bright red hair I was positive she dyed regularly to keep it so vibrant. She was also a member of the mysterious Risto family, who moved to the island about a year ago. We didn’t know much about them except they had lots of money, which made it odd that Carina took a job as a waitress. However, one thing I did learn about her was that she was a ridiculous overachiever in an annoyingly accurate kind of way.
“Excuse me, miss,” an elderly man called out to us as we walked by his table. “What time is it?” Carina and I both pulled our phones out of our aprons at the same time but gave different answers.
“It’s almost eight o’clock,” I answered.
“Actually, it’s seven fifty-three,” Carina corrected from behind me, and I turned to glare at her before storming off. She hurried after me, whispering, “What? He might need to take medicine or something. What if he ends up taking it too soon? Seven minutes might make a difference.”
I whirled around and scowled. “If his old timer’s disease is so bad that he forgets to wear a watch, especially if seven minutes makes all the difference when it comes to his medication, then he shouldn’t be out alone.”
“Do you mean Alzheimer’s Disease . . .?”
“Listen, I don’t need you to correct me. I know what it’s called and I said it the way I meant it. I don’t care how you interpretate it.”
“ Interpret , and if I were you I would stop talking.” She twisted her mouth and cocked her head to the side in amusement.
“Just shut up and go refill water glasses or something,” I snapped, and then shoved a pitcher of water into her hands. When my mother appeared from the kitchen I immediately stalked up to her.
“Mama, we have to talk about Carina. I don’t like her.”
“Jonna, you don’t like anybody, so that’s not saying much.” She shook her head dismissively as she walked past me to deliver two hot food plates to a table.
“Yeah but she . . .”
I stopped speaking midsentence as Mack and Brando walk through the door. His eyes slowly scanned the room until he found me. His lips immediately drew into a tight line before his gaze shifted to the pool tables to the right. He began walking in that direction with Brando following.
“Great,” I mumbled and was about to send Carina over to take their drink order, but Harley was already approaching their table and waving her arms frantically. Mack was also speaking and shaking his head. He crossed his arms and glared at Harley while she glared back at him. When Brando started talking she transferred her gaze in his direction, and Mack shifted his eyes to me. I knew instantly that he was angry, but it wasn’t with Harley. He was angry with me. It was almost like I could read his mind and he was saying, Come here, Jonna.
I broke eye contact with him, because there was no way I planned to be seen talking to him, especially by Harley. It would just open up a line of questioning I wasn’t prepared to answer right now.
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