The moon, which had been fat and full the night of the bonfire, was now a waning crescent, which made Tate sad. Tomorrow there would be four days left, and the next day three—and then they would start to pack up. Across the water, the lights of Nantucket twinkled.Barrett!What was he doing tonight? Was he at home with the kids, or out with Anita at some fancy benefit because Roman was stuck in the city?He had to be missing her. He had to be thinking about her. He was in love with her. He had told Chess he was in love with her (unless Chess was lying, but even she wouldn’t cross that line).Prayer worked, she reminded herself. And so she prayed. Please please please please please please please.Tomorrow, Tate decided, he would come.The next morning, Tate was standing on the beach when Girlfriend pulled into the cove.Trey was driving the boat.Tate thought, So much for prayer.She said, “How’s Barrett doing?”Trey shrugged. “He’s busy.”A few minutes later, she knocked on Aunt India’s door.“Entrez!”
