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Alice laughed. “Thanks, Marge. It’s good to know you’ve got my back.”
With a wink, I answered, “Always.”
“How are you ladies doing tonight?” Dr. Tremblay asked, and his fancy French accent made the phrase sound very exotic.
Instead of flipping on her charm like she’d done countless times I’d seen a man approach her, Alice just smiled and said, “Good, thanks.”
Dr. Tremblay made several attempts at flirtation with Alice, but instead of her usual sexy banter, she kept it cool and short. Finally, another guest grabbed his attention, and he moved away.
Part of me was thrilled to see Alice ignore a man’s attention and focus inward, and the other part was sad to see her so down. Like a caged cougar with no life left inside, it had given up on all possibilities of being free again. I hoped one day soon she’d break down the cage keeping her captive and run wild and free again like she’d done since long before I’d met her.
As I paused and thought about how grateful I was that I’d never have to be single again and go through the heartbreak Alice was obviously overcoming, I realized just how lucky I was. Anyone who looked at me would never stop and think, “Wow. I bet she has everything.” And yet, I did. First, I’d had a wonderful life with Percy, my very best friend. And then I’d lost him, and though I’d never stop missing him, the Wilder Widows had stepped in and filled the void. And then I’d met Roxie. Now I had a great love that rocked my world and made me feel like a kid again.
I wasn’t the smartest in the room. I didn’t have a fancy job or money. I certainly didn’t have looks. To anyone who passed a glance at me, I was a nobody. But in reality, I was the luckiest woman in the world. I’d lived an incredibly charmed life, and the best part was that since last year when I’d started this adventure with the Wilder Widows, I felt like I had so much more life left to go.
Sylvie and Doris joined us, and I smiled as I looked at my three widows.
With friends like these, I truly had everything.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“Afin! I see a fin!” Sylvie shrieked and grabbed ahold of my arm.
“Where? Where?!” I ran to the widow, searching for the fin that had Sylvie squealing like a punctured balloon.
“Right there.”
She pointed, and I followed the trajectory of her finger until I saw it. “Oh, hell yeah! They really are here!”
We’d arrived at Guadalupe Island during the night, and they’d anchored us here where we’d be staying for the next several days. When I’d awakened and no longer heard the engines running, I’d been staring nonstop out into the sea searching for any signs of the sharks. We’d seen nothing for the first hour, but now, during our breakfast in the small dining area, we’d had our first sighting.
I pressed my face up to the window and squinted. Finally, I saw the sharp protrusion cutting through the dark blue water.
“I see it!” I pressed my hands against the window, smooshing my face in tighter. “I see it!”
“Where?” One of the other passengers shouted as he leaped up from his small table and hurried to my side.
