What did he know about her island? Outside, she heard his car start and pull out. He didn’t squeal his tires or make a big deal out of it, just drove away. If he’d given her five minutes she would have…would have… Probably reamed him out for being immature and trying too hard. Asking questions of everyone she knew. What kind of middle school wooing technique was that? And always hanging around. He had to be the most persistent son of a bitch on the planet. Tessa swallowed hard and went back outside. They had all returned to their conversations, but she felt like she was under a spotlight. On the way past the cooler, she grabbed a Sprite and carried it to the picnic table where Marc and Sandy were discussing marketing for the next album. They glanced at her but didn’t veer off their topic. She’d started to think she might escape the third degree when Suzi sat down next to her. “Brett leave?” Suzi asked. “Yeah.”
