“No one our age has it figured out, Cap. Going to college isn’t any guarantee of a great future.”
“Yeah, I know.” My stomach rumbles. “Have you eaten lunch yet? I’m starving.”
“Uh … about that.”
I groan. “Do we have to wait until one for leftovers again? I’m going to tell Dusty that?—”
“No, the kitchen is open. I went in there earlier to grab some coffee.”
“Great. Thanks for the life update. C’mon.” I turn to head for the ramp.
“Wait, Cap. Just … she’s here. Wren is the new waitress.”
I spin back around. “What?”
Gus shrugs. “I don’t know anything else. I just—I saw her when I grabbed coffee. Macie wastraining her.”
Nothing about what Gus is saying makes any sense. But he’s not a jokester. He wouldn’t make this up.
I huff an incredulous laugh. “Huh.”
I haven’t seen or spoken to Wren since she left my house last month. I figured that chances were I’d never see her again. And I wasn’t thrilled about that, but I accepted it.
Her parents are billionaires. What the fuck is she doing, working for minimum wage?
Gus is studying me cautiously, like I’m a volcano that could erupt at any moment. I’ve flat-out refused to discuss Wren since New Year’s. All I told him and Cammie about Wren’s prom night was that she “needed a place to crash.” Which also made little sense, but Gus was considerate enough not to push for more of an explanation, and Cammie was happy to never discuss it.
“Let’s go,” I say, continuing toward the ramp.
Gus trails behind me.
Wade is lounging at my favorite picnic table, the one with a clear view of the lighthouse, scrolling on his phone. Ricky switched to caddying at the country club this summer, which is part of why Dusty hired the three new idiots.
“Hey,” Wade says, glancing up as we approach. “Are you calling dibs on Wren Kensington, Cap, or is she fair game?”
Thank fuck for Gus because this would have been a hell of a way to find out she’s here.
“Kinda confused where that all landed,” Wade continues. “Cammie said she was at your house a few weeks ago?”
I ignore Wade and continue toward the main yacht club building, which contains the restaurant, taking the back stairs up to the second floor, where the kitchen is located. Food for employees gets set out inchafing dishes in a far corner, away from most of the commotion in the main area. White-clad staff is bustling around the prep stations, but I don’t see any waitresses.
I pick up a plate to serve myself lunch.
“Hey, Cap!”
I glance over my shoulder. Macie is approaching, a wide smile stretched across her face. She’s alone.
“Hey, Macie,” I reply. “How’s it going?”
“Good! Busy.”
I nod.
“How are the new guys working out?”
I grimace, and she laughs.
“Can’t relate. The new waitresses are awesome.”
