Friday. Café Brazil. Playa d'en Bossa, Ibiza.
JENNIFER STARED AT HER phone screen. She found comfort in watching the little gray dots at the bottom of the window rather than the scenery fly by.
Orion had opted to drive them to Bain's meeting location. She was grateful, though she didn't know how to say that. He'd seemed pleased by her easy acceptance, as though he'd expected her to push back.
Merida: You are oh-so-cruel
Merida: Do you know what time it is?
Jennifer did the math.
Ten in the morning here on Ibiza was... One in the morning in Seattle.
Prudence: Stop complaining.
Prudence: We all waited up for this.
Sage: SPILL
Jennifer glanced at Orion. He didn't look at her, but he did reach over and place his hand on her thigh. She shifted, tilting her knees toward him.
His touch was comforting. Pleasant. And right now, she needed that.
Sage: We are waiting.
Haley: Some of us were asleep.
Haley: What's going on?
Sage: Jennifer and Orion boned
Haley: WHAT?