Everyone else stayed for drinks at the lobby bar. Brandy needed time alone to think, and what better place to do that than a hot bath? After soaking in hot bubbles she decided that she’d overreacted with Ryan. The sun was warm, he was sexy, and it had just happened. It wouldn’t happen again. She was dressed in a yellow sundress and watching television when Miranda came in. “Hi,” she said. “Missed you at the bar,” Miranda said. “We’re going to Palacio for dinner.” She flopped on the bed. “It’s supposed to be great.” Miranda was slightly older than Brandy and also single. When Brandy had joined the dive club they’d quickly become friends. “So, what’s going on between you and Ryan?” she blurted. “Nothing.” Brandy blushed. “I’ll get it out of you eventually,” Miranda said with a laugh. “How’s Jones?” “Flirting with me again.” “He’s creepy.” “Tell me about it.” “I’m going to take a nap before dinner,” Brandy said. “I’ll wake you up,”
