and already Cassie had thought of a thousand ways to murder the obnoxious Leo Norton. She couldn’t believe he was friends with Jeff. In his fifties, with a big belly, and a loud voice, all he did was leer—and his leering was directed solely at Cassie. “What’s a little honey like you doin’ with this bunch?” he demanded when he saw her at the boat. She had on a one-piece swimsuit under a loose pair of trousers and a big cotton shirt. It wasn’t exactly what would inspire lust in a man. On the other hand, Skylar was wearing something straight out of Vogue . It was a microscopically tiny bikini, barely covered by a big, semitransparent white jacket that just reached to midthigh. Her big straw hat had a band of the same fabric around it. When Skylar walked down to the dock where the boat that Jeff had rented was waiting, she gave Cassie a look up and down, then smiled as she let Brent help her onto the boat. Cassie was looking after the huge cooler that held drinks, sandwiches, and fruit.
