Mas gave a nod in my direction while Mae gaped, perhaps appalled that I’d pulled her socks from the laundry basket. Danielle, on the other hand, looked interested, if not amused.
“Don’t know about this guy,” she tilted her head toward Mas, “but Mae seems like she did okay for herself.” She waved her free hand around, nodding toward the beach.
I feigned a laugh. “Blackmail goes a long way, doesn’t it, Mae?” I gave her a pointed stare and was surprised when I received a confused, open-mouthed expression in return.
“I don’t… What?” she stuttered, looking from me to Mas.
“That’s enough, Mae,” he huffed. “You don’t owe these people any explanation.”
“‘These people’?” Danielle raised a brow. “Just who are you to tell us what we do and don’t need?”
Mas gave her a tight smile. “I’m the owner
