Stacey would not let Fisher’s absence on the island dictate her behavior. She went about her business of working with Marge in the gardens, cleaning up the beach from the previous night’s festivities, and even volunteering to run to the grocery store when Betty needed another fifty pounds of potatoes.
She normally would’ve sent another employee and headed down the beach to meet Esther and the other women from the Beach Club. But her heart felt two seconds from shattering, and she wasn’t sure she could face her friends.
Because Fisher had left the fireworks and her private beach party with all the guests from Aloha Hideaway without a single word. No text. No phone call. No note. Heck, she’d have taken a freaking message he’d stomped in the sand.
She hadn’t quite gotten up the nerve to te
