Amanda had said the bachelorette party would be a bar-hop, but she had only one destination in mind. “Shark Bait!” she cried from the back of the van. Her friends whooped and cheered.
Glancing in the rearview mirror, Tara frowned at the water bottle in her cousin’s hand. That was definitely not Kool-Aid she was drinking. “Do what now?”
“Shark Bait,” Marlene echoed. She sat in the passenger seat, trying to look forty years younger than she was and failing miserably. “It’s in Anglesea. I’ll show you how to get there.”
Anglesea was part of North Wildwood, though Tara wasn’t too familiar with it. But she followed Marlene’s directions, watching the boardwalk’s lights dwindle in her rearview mirror as they headed away from it. At one point, she muttered, “I don’t see why we can’t hang out on
