Chapter 5
Ivy closed the library door and turned to Paisley. Composing herself, she folded her arms. “We need to talk, don’t we?”
Paisley’s slender shoulders quivered, despite the warm, tropical-level humidity. “You know.”
“I figured it out pretty quickly,” Ivy said as evenly as she could. “All the locals in Java Beach were giving you the evil eye.”
“I used to go there with…” She raised her eyes to Ivy and croaked out a name. “Jeremy.”
Hearing her husband’s name on this woman’s lips felt like a hot poker through the heart, although Ivy tried not to let it show. “Clearly, they remembered.”
Nervously, Paisley licked her lips. “Could I have some water?”
Heaving an audible sigh, Ivy pulled her phone from her pocket and texted Poppy. She didn’t want to leave Paisley alone, even though sh
