“Nothing,” I lied. I got up from the table to refill my coffee cup. They had their own kitchen upstairs, but we were used to eating together. “You and Trent going up the coast to a festival or something?” The couple liked to travel as often as they could.
“Wine festival,” Trent replied, a grin on his face. “We’re planning to spend a long weekend getting drunk and frisky.”
“Sounds like fun,” I said before walking to the kitchen window to stare at the beach and water beyond. “I’ll be working, as usual. I have a few books to catch up on, too.” There was a teetering stack on my bedside table.
“That’s all you do every holiday—hang around here,” Shirley said, and I could hear the exasperation and slight sneer in her voice. “Don’t you ever want to explore, see new things? Find a boyfriend? Wha
