Chapter 94

　　“Some little seafood place Marissa knows.”

　　“I want to get my hair cut while we’re here. Do you think there are any hairdressers on the mainland?” I regret asking as he turns toward the three women sunning themselves on deck, two of them topless and watching him studiously.

　　“Leila will know; she comes here a lot.” He nods toward the only one wearing a bikini. I resist the urge to ask him if he’s slept with any of the three women, but I know it’s probably likely. I know how these rich men pass around their beauties between them, like some sort of guy’s club, the women only too eager to please.

　　I notice Marissa watching him coolly, a strange expression on her face. He catches her eye, flexes his jaw and turns away quickly; a sudden sharp pain in my chest pushes me. Before thinking through my impulsive observation, I ask, “You know Marissa well?” I blink toward him, and he pauses for a second. So does my heart rate.