Allie asked. “It seems like the house emptied out all of a sudden.” “Well, Tina’s right there,” Dwight said, motioning to a sofa in the living room. Tina was curled up, her head resting on a cushion and her long curls covering most of her face. She was snoring softly. Allie and Dwight exchanged a smile. Poor Tina, Allie thought as she walked over to remove her friend’s shoes and cover her with the chenille throw from the back of the couch. Tina might be mad that she’d missed out on the night’s fun, but she needed to catch up on her sleep. “And Savannah has . . . other plans for the next hour or so,” Allie said. She could hardly believe that Savannah was meeting the guy from the catamaran on the beach, but Allie certainly wasn’t in a position to judge. At least Savannah and the guy were both single. “She said she’d be back by eleven or so. But Ryan and Gio . . . where are they, anyway? In the game room?” Dwight shook his head. “They went down to the beach.
