Tyler made it to the safety of his car without encountering anyone else. Thankfully. His whole head buzzed, and not in a good way. Or maybe in a good way. He wasn’t sure. He rubbed his fingers along his forehead, trying to get his brain to shut off.
But ever since his mother had called that morning, his thoughts had been streaming, circling, swirling in his head.
Tawny acted like she liked him, but that had to be because of his willingness to go along with her fake relationship. “Just until Omar leaves town,” he told himself for at least the twentieth time that day.
He pulled onto the road, nowhere really to be for another hour, but he’d spent plenty of time driving the winding roads around the island. Sometimes the scent of the wind and the sound of the surf helped him work out problem
