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Hazel Thorpe.
What a trip that was.
I shake my head, thinking of her. She threw me for a loop in the best way. The whole time on the island was amazing, and now I’m just basking in the glow.
When her name crosses the truck’s dashboard, I pick up via my truck’s Bluetooth with a tap on the steering wheel. “Hey, no way. I was just thinking about you.”
“Jack,” she says. Her sweet voice comes through all the truck’s speakers.
Nola perks her ears and tilts her head.
I stroke the top of my dog’s head. “This is her,” I want to tell Nola. “The woman I’ve been telling you about.”
But now Hazel’s talking, so I can’t explain things to my dog.
Hazel sounds seriously worried.
“I think we have a problem on our hands,” she says in a rush. “It could be no big deal, but it could be horrible. Have you heard from the company’s legal department?”
I scrunch my brow. “No…”
“You might. This woman, Marissa Snell, left me a voicemail a couple of minutes ago, and I bet she’ll try to get in touch with you, too. I’m glad we’re talking first.”
I prop my elbow on the truck door, where the window’s all the way down.
A guy I know from town ambles past. I give him the nod and wave but make it clear I’m on the phone so he doesn’t come my way for a chat.
“So, what did the voicemail say?” I say into the truck.
Hazel’s voice is loud and clear in the truck speakers, but she suddenly feels far away.
Because she is far away.
Not that long ago, we were in Hawaii together.
Today, we’re in separate time zones.
Separate states.
There are thousands of miles between us.
I knew it would be tough. Of course, I did. But I didn’t expect to have to face something serious so soon.
How is the legal department already all up in our business? It barely makes sense.
“She said she wants to talk to me about you, Jack. She’ll probably try to get both sides of the story, so we should get on the same page.”
“Okay…” My throat’s parched with all the dust I swallowed on my ride.
Hazel goes on. “I guess Devina did catch that photo you posted online. The one of you and me, that first night on the island. She saved it and made sure Fabian saw it. You know his M.O. He runs a tight ship.”
I squint out into the sunlight. Is that Jess going into the coffee shop?
It is.
The guy beside her holds the door. She flips her straight, blonde hair over her shoulder before entering. It’s longer than the last time I saw her by a good six inches.
It looks like she also got a couple of new tattoos down one arm and on her upper back.
