She’d seen Noah and his buddies at the cliff-diving show and she knew they’d seen her. No doubt they were still trying to talk Noah into hooking up with her for the night. But they weren’t encouraging him because they thought she was a nice girl. Quite the opposite. Normally she’d take satisfaction in their view of her. She’d been thumbing her nose at stuffy convention for so many years that it was second nature to her now. Her strapless dress was designed to raise eyebrows and she’d bought it for the purpose of making Noah’s eyes bug out. She was reasonably sure it had. But lately the thrill of shocking and titillating people was wearing thin. Difficult as it was to admit, she was growing tired of always being the bad girl, the rebel, the outsider. Interviewing Suzanne and Joy had been like taking a trip back in time to attitudes she’d held dear when she’d posed for the centerfold. In those days she’d dared anybody to stop her from doing what she wanted, when she wanted.
