Chapter Fifty Six
Irene’s stomach knotted. “He’s followed us? Here?”
“Mmm-hum. He’s standing just beyond the tree-line. Seems very interested in something.”
Irene resisted the need to look. “Fuckin’ creep. What the hell does he want?”
Zoey shrugged. “What do any of them want? They’re guys.”
“Well I don’t like being spied on. It’s like we’re being stalked. Knowing he’s there, staring at us, freaks me out. I swear, if he didn’t have that gun, I’d...”
“He’s just looking for a little show. If he sees some skin, he’ll go away.” Zoey got to her feet. “Don’t tell Ricky, huh?” And she walked to the water’s edge and popped the snaps on her jacket. It slipped from her shoulders.
Irene felt staggered. It wasn’t that Zoey was bare-breasted under the jacket, but the ease with which she was willi
