Ashley said. “It isn’t Denise’s Jeep. It belongs to the Park Service, and Mom’s here on park business,” Jack reminded her. “But yeah, Denise is nice. Very cool lady. You ought to be more like her.” “What do you mean? What’s wrong with the way I am?” Ashley demanded. “Oh, only everything,” Jack teased. Ashley reached across Forrest to punch Jack. Forrest didn’t react, not even when Ashley’s and Jack’s arms crisscrossed him and got all jumbled up as they escalated into a mock battle. Forrest seemed to have sunk deeply into his own worries, frowning, his lips moving as though he were arguing with himself. “Don’t fight back there, you two,” Steven ordered. “I don’t need the distraction. I’m having a hard enough time remembering to drive on the wrong side of the road.” Although a full moon had begun to rise over the rim of the island, the twisting North Shore Road was only dimly lit, creating a tangle of moon shadows on the surface. Steven’s hands gripped the wheel.
