Chapter Sixteen
Ida
When I get back from dinner, it’s not that late, and I see shadows dancing on the deck outside my suite. Faye must still be up. Maybe she’s indulging in a late-night swim. Or maybe she has guests—or one special guest.
I stand closer to the window and recognize one of the voices immediately. Convinced that nothing romantic’s going on, I head out. I find Brandon and Mark in the jacuzzi with a bottle of champagne and Faye with her feet in the pool, chatting to them.
“I hope I’m not intruding,” I say.
“Ida.” Mark is so tipsy, he can barely pronounce the two syllables my name’s made up of.
“I invited these two over for a traditional on-location blowout,” Faye says. “That’s the third bottle they just finished.” She chuckles. “It’s been… illuminating, to say the least.”
