Chapter 25: Cabana boys

EMMA

"If I had half the intelligence I claim to have, I would have taken you up on your offer to move in here with you as soon as you mentioned it." With a happy sigh, I turned over on my raft to grin at Jenny, who was stretched out on a chaise lounge alongside the pool. "This could be my life all the time. I wouldn't have to worry about sweating through every night, trying to get lukewarm water for a shower, how to keep my food cold . . . or my new best friend, the skink."

Jenny laughed and shaded her eyes to look at me. "You have a new best friend who's a skank? Do tell. Do I know her?"

"Skink, not skank," I corrected. "And no, I don't believe you've had the pleasure. We met four nights ago . . . you remember the day we had that killer storm, and then instead of cooling things off the way storms do up north, it actually left us with more humidity? Remember that?"

She snorted. "Vaguely. I can't be sure, since I live in the lap of air-conditioned luxury."