Trying to soften the blow, she added, “I think I’m supposed to be the designated driver, or something. And I’m only in town for a few days, but hey, thanks for asking.”
“Thanks for turning me down so nicely,” he joked. “You could’ve said eff off, so I appreciate it.”
Heading back down the boardwalk the way she’d come, Tara ducked into the first shop she found. It sold trinkets and knickknacks, mostly made from carved driftwood and seashells, everything labeled with Wildwood by the Seaand, in tiny print on the bottom, Made in China.Of course. The T-shirts were all airbrushed and might have been hanging there since the last time she was on the boardwalk, twenty years earlier. She stayed in the store until she was sure the waiter had returned to Cap’n Jack’s…and until the cashier behind the counter started giving her dirty looks.