Well, that kept them busy. Explains why I had peace at the bar yesterday afternoon.
If only it were true. Not having her here has left a gaping hole in my chest.
“Jonah happened to be out there fishing,” she says with a grin.
Jonah holds up both hands. “I was not involved.”
He doesn’t meet my eyes.
Birdie beams. “It was a shame he couldn’t tow them in right away. He told them it had something to do with tide patterns.”
Jonah shrugs. “Can’t control the ocean.”
I shake my head . The smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth makes me laugh.
“You left them out there floating for hours?” I ask with a lifted eyebrow.
He huffs. “They were fine.”
Birdie laughs like this is the best thing she’s heard all week. “We’ve made it our mission to send them on wild goose chases. Summer convinced one of them that Silvie was in Aspen. We heard a few actually flew to Colorado to check.”
I scrub a hand down my face. “This is all insane.”
I wish it could go back to the way it was. Peaceful and quiet.
“Effective,” Birdie counters.
Across the street, the SUV door opens and one of the photographers steps out, camera in his hand as he scans the area hoping he can get a good shot of something.
“Unbelievable,” I groan.
Birdie checks her phone. “Oh, good. Bitsy just posted that we are planning a party for you and Silvie tonight.”
I turn to her. “What?”
Jonah’s shoulders shake with laughter. For once, it’s funny to see him conspiring with the Bees and having fun with the paparazzi.
Birdie smirks. “They’ll all be at the wrong beach at sunset.”
The photographer pulls out his phone and glances at it, frowns, then jogs back to the SUV. Within seconds, the engine starts up, and he speeds off.
Birdie squeezes my arm before heading back toward the cottages. “We’ve got your back, sugar. Always.”
I lean against the railing, staring out at the water. It looks calm now. Like the storm and fight between Silvie and me never happened.
Jonah steps up beside me. “You going to keep brooding like an angry bear?”
“I’m not.”
“You’re brooding,” he says. “It’s obnoxious.”
I let out a breath. “I’m working.”
“You’ve been working nonstop since she left.”
“Yeah.”
He studies me for a second. “You mad at her?”
