CHAPTER NINE
Later that night, as they were getting into bed, Kyle asked her again.
“You couldn’t tell whether they were impressed or annoyed by your answers?”
“The woman’s face was an emotionless mask,” Jessie said for what she was pretty sure was the third time. “I’m not sure she had the ability to be impressed or annoyed. They let us stick around for dinner, so it couldn’t have been that awful.”
“That could have just been politeness,” he replied, “not wanting to toss us out on the pier. That would have looked bad.”
He sat quietly in bed, his eyes darting back and forth without seeing. He was clearly anxious. Part of her wanted to ease his discomfort and part of her wanted to lash out for how he’d surreptitiously applied to join the club. She’d been holding back all night and wasn’t
