Jenna popped to her feet. “I should probably go. Maybe I’ll just, uh, talk to Mom. Tell her what I overheard.” That would eliminate the need for Tyson and her to do more research together. She apparently needed some space to get her head on straight. And after that awkward moment, he probably wanted that space even more than she did.
Ty followed her to the door. “But the few times you questioned her about Gordon, she was resistant. If you tell her about the phone call, she’ll just assume it was his daughter—and think you misheard the part about Maine.”
The last thing Jenna wanted was to drive a wedge between herself and Mom.
“If she’s invested in this relationship,” he said, “you might need actual proof.”
“You’re probably right.” At the door she turned to him. “But I don’t have to drag you into this. I can figure it out on my own. This isn’t your problem.”
“You’re not dragging me. I offered.” A twinkle entered his eyes. “Besides, I’m better at this stuff than you are.”
“You stalker, you.”
He elbowed her.
Relief swelled now that they were back in familiar territory. And also because he didn’t seem put off or act like he wanted space. “You sure? I know summers are busy for you.”
He gave a steady grin. “I’m sure.”
“Have it your way. I’ll be in touch.”
“Address and age,” he called as she headed toward her car.
She waved. “I’ll let you know.”
Chapter 14
Coffee at AmaRin was one of the things Jenna had missed most about living off island. The shop, famous for its rich java and flaky pastries, had run out of the latter by the time she and Sofia met up at four o’clock on Monday. A shame, since their chocolate croissant was the stuff of legends.
After greeting each other, Sofia and Jenna settled into one of the back wooden booths. The place was almost quiet compared to the busy mornings at the shop, and Jenna was eager for some uninterrupted girl time.
She took the first sip of her caramel macchiato and felt her world tip upright. “Ah... all is right with the world again.”
Sofia arched a brow, her brown eyes sparkling. “Should I leave you two alone?”
Jenna cradled her white mug. “You might feel the same about yours if it had a little flavoring.”
“I’ll take mine strong and cold, thank you very much. You know it’s ninety degrees outside, right?”
Sofia had always teased her about drinking hot coffee year-round. “Coffee should not be served cold. I’ll go to the grave defending that opinion.”
“Except for coffee ice cream?”
“That’s a food, not a drink.”
Sofia held up her cold brew. “Well, here’s to caffeine, in whatever form.”
Jenna tapped her glass. “Hear, hear.” Then she took another sip. “How’s the practice going?” Sofia was a clinical psychologist who counseled online, which gave her a flexible schedule.
“It’s been very busy. I hired an assistant to help with scheduling and she’s a dream. Sara Blevins. Do you know her?”
“I don’t think so.”
“She’s new to the island. Single mom, super nice with two cute kiddos.”
“I’m glad she’s working out well for you. And how’s Jack doing? You two still seem like quite the lovebirds.” Sofia posted regularly on Instagram.
“When it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be. Not that there’s no work involved, of course. But he’s a good man.” Sofia offered a coy smile. “I guess I’ll keep him.”
