13.
THAT SAME DAY, THE THIRTIETH of October, 2017, Los Pelicanos, Baja California, although much later than she usually slept, Lyn didn’t spring out of bed, as was her custom. In Houston it was noon. She’d never before been in bed at noon, even when she was sick.
An attractive view of the ocean caused her to prop herself up against the headboard, holding the sheet across her breasts and feeling exotic for having slept naked. There was a warm spot next to her, where Jay had been a minute before. Her hand slid over it. How nice it would be if everything around her could stay in place for a while, the whole day, even. He came out of the bathroom, noisy, wearing a T-shirt and pajama bottoms.
“We’ll go out for lunch later. But I’ve got to have coffee to get me conscious enough to even start
