“Emphasis on the risk. He recklessly jumped into the water without waiting for help.”
“He loves the ocean. He’s nice. And he’s a dreamer.”
“Which is code for poor.”
“So . . . ?”
“Money? That stuff we need to keep us in the lifestyles we’re accustomed to? The clothes in your luggage are worth more than his car.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being poor.”
“Until you become poor. And you might if you continue down this road. At the very least, take your car. That way if you end up on the bottom of the ocean, his prints will be all over it.”
Remi dragged her full-to-the-hilt suitcase off the bed and rolled it into the front room, leaving it next to her dive gear bag. “I have a good sense for people.”
“Who are you and what have you done with my roommate?”
“It’s just a weekend.”
“This from the girl who’s plotted out her entire life like detectives plot out crime scenes for court. Need I remind you that you’re leaving for Greece on Monday?”
“And I’ll be back Sunday.”
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The doorbell rang.
“Do not do this, Remi.”
“It’s a date. Nothing permanent.”
Remi walked to the door and opened it.
Sam stood there, looking as carefree and handsome as he had the night before when they’d sat at the beachside grill before he left for work. A moment of uncertainty hovered at the back of her consciousness, but it quickly evaporated when he smiled at her. “Good morning,” he said.
“Good morning.”
He looked past her to see her roommate standing in the kitchen. This being the first time Sam had actually been to their apartment when Olivia was home, the two had never really met. “Sam Fargo,” he said, holding out his hand.
Olivia lifted an empty glass, an innocent smile on her face. “Would you like some water before you go?”
Remi crossed her arms. “Seriously?”
Sam glanced at Olivia, then Remi. “Do I sense a little tension here?”
“She wants to get your prints.”
He laughed, then walked over, taking the glass from Olivia, holding it firmly, then setting it on the counter. “I assure you, I’m harmless.”
“Which,” Olivia said, “is what all the serial killers probably say.”
He picked up Remi’s suitcase and gear bag. “Ready?”
She nodded, then turned to her roommate. “Have fun while I’m gone.”
“I’ll be doing an internet search the moment you leave.” Olivia stood in the doorway, watching as they started down the stairs toward the parking lot.
Sam opened the tailgate of his Jeep. Remi glanced into the cab, then into the cargo area. “A backpack?”