Sheryl stood under the umbrella she’d set up first thing that morning, almost before the sun had gotten up. Well, that was practically impossible unless she got up as early as her sister Alissa did. She was out on Big Blue by three each morning to get the fish the chefs needed for the restaurant at the inn.
Big BlueShe looked at her clipboard and said, “Javier, we need the grandstands to run the entire length of the beach. Where are the rest of them?”
“That’s all we’ve got,” he said.
Sheryl frowned out at the half-dozen men making sure the stands would stay put in the sand. “That can’t be right. There are only six of them. I know we have eight.”
“I thought we did too,” he said, lifting a water bottle to his lips. She’d lectured everyone at six-thirty that morning to drink enough. Come
