Blair continued. “I ran into this crazy woman at the store. You should
have seen her earrings. I think she picked them off the beach and glued them on her ears. Anyway, she insisted that you and I have dinner with her and her husband tonight for the Fourth of July. They are going to do something with clams. She is a self-proclaimed island know-it-all and she says she knows everyone on this damn island.”
Maggie rested her elbows on the top of the half-clean appliance. “Um, is she an islander?”
“No, she said she met her husband here, at least I think that’s the story. She hasn’t left since. I didn’t catch where she is from originally, but I guess we can get the full scoop tonight. If nothing else, it should be pretty entertaining.”
“Are you serious? That sounds like so much fun!” The brunette picked up the scouring pad and started another vigorous round of scrubbing. “What else did she say? I need real people stories.”
“From what I can gather—” Blair was starting to second-guess her decision. “She is really into all the people who live on the island and she just wants to get to know us. We don’t really have to go, but if we cancel, you are going down to that house and telling her. I don’t want to be the one to put us on the island’s social blacklist. Besides, I don’t even have a phone number to call her.”
Maggie looked discouragingly at her bucket. “Hey, we can take them some homemade ice cream.”
“If you ever get that thing cleaned. I did my part. Here’s the ice.” Blair tossed the dripping ice bag in the freezer and jogged up the stairs.
The summer is just getting started…
There’s a party, a huge wedding, and so much sex in boats! That’s right, sex in boats!