And it’s not even my secret.
I’m sweating because I think Sabrina knows Margot’s secret.
She purses her lips together, still smiling.
“Margie know yet?” Decker asks me.
For a second, I think he’s asking me if Margie knows who she actually is—like she’d have doubt about her own identity—but then my brain catches up.
He’s asking if Margie knows who’s coming to the retreat center this week. “Director informed the staff last night. Reminded them about that…one clause…in the contracts.”
The nudity clause.
All staff was told they might encounter nude guests from time to time because of the artistic nature of the retreat’s purpose. Apparently one of the housekeepers—Louisa—opted to take this next week off work, which wasn’t unexpected.
It’s part of why Margot was able to get a job so easily here.
They knew they’d be down a housekeeper.
How long she’d be able to stay after this if she were really Margie Johnson is another question.
Decker stares at me a beat, then he starts grinning too. “Gonna botheryoufor her to see that much dick?”
Semi-legit question.
Only male creators this week.
Have a feeling they’ll be letting everything hang out as often as possible.
“Stop talking, Decker,” Sabrina says.
Someone calls her name, and she gives him one last warning finger waggle before heading over to check on the other customers.
I glance around the café.
Not too crowded today.
Decker’s doing the same. “Crazy how well this town can keep a secret when it matters,” he says.
I angle another look at him. “Like that you know about your dad?”
He grimaces.
“Should tell him,” I add. “He’s still your dad. Always will be.”
“What if—” He visibly swallows and looks down at his mug. “What if he doesn’t know?”
“He knows.”
“How the fuck do you know that?”
I shrug. “Just a gut feeling that he’s probably always had a gut feeling.”
“My mom?—”
“Yeah. I know.”
None of them want to find out their mom cheated on their dad.
