We have lunch on the main deck with the rest of the party, eating chicken Caesar salad and drinking wine, relaxing on the padded double loungers in the mid-day sun. Jake’s beside me, leaning toward Daniel’s lounger, his strong back covered in a pale gray T-shirt; they’re talking about a New York Giant’s game they recently went to at the MetLife Stadium. I’m facing the lounger with Richard and Leila; she and I are engrossed in girl talk and making plans. She agrees to take me to the mainland for some girly shopping and to a salon to get my hair cut.
I catch Jake staring back at me as she picks up strands of my hair, talking about cutting it short; he frowns when she mentions a really short pixie style, but I shrug it off. I wonder what he’s thinking. He seems only half tuned in to what Daniel is saying and more interested in how much of my tawny locks are to be shorn off.