Tessa’s phone vibrated against her leg, and this time it was more than a text. She told herself to be a window and let the irritation at being interrupted when she didn’t want to be flow right through her. If she had truly wanted to disconnect, she could’ve left her phone in the cottage.
At the same time, being out on the beach without a way to get in touch with someone should she need help brought fear right into her gut. So she’d brought the phone, determined to ignore it.
She’d succeeded so far, but she tugged the device from the pocket on the side of her thigh and found her sister’s name there. She frowned at the letters, then swiped on the call. “Hey, Janey,” she said though she didn’t really feel like talking to her sister. She’d apologized and asked Tessa what she was doing that d
