place.”
“You can head to the farm after you’ve got back from the Caribbean.”
“We haven’t got the right clothes with us.”
“Jeez, chill. You can buy what you need when you get there.”
“Okay. Great.” Maybe he’d feel half-human by then.
Kenny shook his head. “A vacation on a tropical island. Even when you screw up, you land on your feet. Think of me. While you’re sipping frothy drinks with umbrellas, I’ll be working with hordes of kids at Ike’s summer hockey camp.”
“Them’s the breaks.” Mad Dog grinned.
Kenny flipped him the bird. “Just make sure Larocque stays out of trouble.”
“It was a freaking accident,” J.B. protested, massaging his aching temples.
“We know. But bad stuff always seems to happen to you, even if you don’t go looking for it.”
“I promise to be on my best behavior. I’m not interested in anything but chilling and deciding which ‘frothy drink’ to have next.”
Besides, how much trouble could anyone get into at a fancy Caribbean resort?
* * *
“I CAN’T WEAR THIS.” Isabelle Brandine held up the tiny but admittedly cute red polka-dot bikini she’d just pulled out of her suitcase. “It’s so...small.”
“It’ll look great on you.” Her best friend, Sapphire Houlihan, who was lounging on the other bed in their resort room, waved her hand. “It’ll show off your fabulous figure.”
“That’s not what I’m worried about it showing, Sapphie.” Issy dropped the bikini on the bed and continued unpacking.
“Tough, because your frumpy one-piece is in the trash back in New Jersey.”
Issy stopped for a moment. “You threw away my swimsuit?”
Sapphie sipped the Antiguan rum punch they’d been given at check-in. “You’ve had it since college. Consider it a gift for coming on the trip with me.”
Though she knew it wouldn’t change anything, Issy made a token protest. “You already paid for my ticket and this gorgeous beachfront room. Besides, this is meant to be your thirtieth celebration. You should be getting presents, not me.”
“This is for me.” Sapphie shot her a wicked grin. “No hot guys would come near us if they saw you in that ancient thing. Now we’ll be fighting them off.”
“I’m not interested in a holiday fling.”
“Why not? A few days of sun, sand, sea and no-strings sex, and you’ll feel like a new woman.” Her friend sighed happily. “I certainly will.”
“You know that’s not me.” That sounded as frumpy as her trashed swimsuit. “I can have fun without having sex with a stranger.”
“Of course you can.”
Having grown up together, in the same small town, on the same wrong side of the tracks—not that there was a right side—they had no secrets. They’d been friends almost since birth; their heavy-drinking, heavy-partying parents were cousins. The two girls were even conceived at the same Labor Day blowout, though their birthdays were ten days apart.
Issy and Sapphie had spent their childhood being the responsible ones, looking after their younger siblings and trying desperately to make ends meet when their parents wouldn’t or couldn’t. When the two girls had left their small Southern town together at eighteen, they’d promised each other they’d never be like their parents.
Issy was determined to build the traditional family life she’d always dreamed of. She had a steady job at an exclusive private school for girls, which meant she didn’t have to worry about where her next meal would come from or how to pay her bills. She’d managed to save enough that she’d celebrated her own thirtieth birthday by buying herself a small apartment in a nice suburban town. A solid roof over her head was worth all the extra hours she’d worked to achieve tenure.
Someday she hoped to find a good, honest, hardworking man. Together they’d raise their children in the kind of happy and stable environment she’d been denied growing up.
Sapphie, on the other hand, was committed to her work and the highly successful corporate consulting firm she’d built, and rejected permanency of any kind in her personal life. Home for her was a serviced apartment on each coast, as well as one in Chicago. She had a similarly casual approach to men.
“Sex isn’t required.” Sapphie shrugged. “I want you to enjoy yourself while we’re here.”
“Then I’ll take the sun, sand and sea, and leave the rest to you.”
Her friend made a face. “I got you the bikini’s matching sarong wrap.”
“Thank you.” Issy pulled a couple of short but equally unfamiliar sundresses out of her case. “Did you toss out all the outfits I packed?”
“Nope. The rest of your clothes are back at my apartment. Though you may not want them after this.” Sapphie finished her drink and swung her legs off the bed. “Are you going to waste the whole afternoon unpacking? I want to hit the beach and get this holiday started.”
To heck with it—the world probably wouldn’t come to an end if Issy didn’t get everything put away right now. “Give me five minutes to change.”
A short while later the two friends headed down to the beach. As they strolled along the path, Issy hitched the red polka-dot sarong firmly around her chest. Though the bikini wasn’t as revealing as she’d thought, and it did flatter her figure, she was glad for the cover.
It didn’t take long to slip into the laid-back, Antiguan tempo. The rhythmic tinkling of the resort’s steel band by the pool bar seeped into her blood and gave her hips a subtle swing. The warm sea breeze, fragrant with lush tropical flowers, caressed her skin. The water was so clear and blue it looked fake. If she hadn’t been here, her toes sinking into the soft white sand, she’d never have believed it was real.
They managed to find two beach loungers in the shade of some tall palm trees. Sapphie had put their cooler under the table, shimmied out of her flowery beach shorts and settled onto her chair before Issy had straightened her towel.
“Stop dithering, Issy.”
She inhaled deeply then undid the wrap and draped it over the back of the lounger. When no one fainted at the sight of her scantily-clad, too-curvy body, she applied sunscreen and lay on the towel. But she found it hard to relax.
“You’re as stiff as a board.” Sapphie sighed. “Don’t worry—the chances of anyone from Farlingdale Academy being on this beach are slim to none.”
“I’m not worried.” Though the school had a strict morality clause, she doubted it applied to a tiny swimsuit. “It feels odd to be doing nothing.”
“So read your book.” Sapphie whistled softly under her breath. “Don’t look
