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“Besides, my firm had an office there, and I was tired of New York. It was a good opportunity.”
“How’d the two of you meet?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “We haven’t had a single glass of rum yet today.”
“You haven’t? I drank four piña coladas for breakfast. You should really try the buffet. It’s incredible.”
“You didn’t, or you’d be overboard by now. Again.”
I cock my head. “Why don’t you eat at the breakfast bar? I never see you there.”
He turns to face me fully. “You’ve been looking for me?” he asks and sounds inordinately pleased by that fact.
“I watch all the guests. They’re fascinating.”
“You mean you hate-watch the honeymoon couples?”
“Yes,” I say. “Two of them fed each other chopped mango yesterday morning, and I almost committed double homicide with my grapefruit spoon.”
“Good thing you have an attorney present on the island,” he says.
I dig my teeth into my lower lip to hide my smile. “Would you take my case pro bono?”
“I don’t know,” he says. “I might ask for some form of payment.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes. Your guidebook, for one.”
My eyes widen. “My guidebook?”
“Yes. Your annotations could save me from a mediocre restaurant experience one of these nights. I’d rather have an excellent one.”
“Don’t mock the guidebook.”
“Oh, I would never,” he says. “I’m considering making it the holy text of my new religion.”
“All right, that’s it, Meyer.” I shove at his shoulder, forcing him away from me on the bench.
He lets me push him two inches before he braces himself, becoming an immovable, half-smiling statue. “This right here is violence. You just admitted to having homicidal thoughts, too. I think I should report you. You’re a danger to society, and I take my civic duty seriously.”
“I told you that in confidence! Attorney-client privilege.”
“That only applies after you’ve committed a crime,” he says. “Not before.”
“The guidebook told me all about the shipwreck we’re headed to,” I say. “I was planning on sharing that information with you, but now I won’t. I’ll just let you swim over it like an ignorant dork.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “An ignorant dork?”
“Yes. I know that sounds stupid, but I stand by it.”
“Right,” he says. “You know, I’ve never had as weird conversations as I have with you.”
“The feeling is mutual,” I say.
That’s the exact moment the boat comes to a slow standstill. We’re in the deeper blue waters off Carlisle Bay again, close to where we’d seen the sea turtles.
I know from my reading that there have been hundreds of shipwrecks over the centuries in the shallow waters surrounding the island, and six of them are in this bay. The oldest is from 1919 and the most recent happened in 2003. which was deliberately sunk to create a habitat for coral, but none of that is information I’ll share with the ignorant dork beside me.
