The thought of more alcohol made her stomach turn over, but Rainy nodded, pulling her cover-up over her head and tossing it on the chair. She sat down with her sunscreen in her hand, eyeing the twentysomething carefully. Last night, Mac had been tight-lipped for most of the cab ride back to the hotel. She’d reached across the seat to squeeze Rainy’s hand once, which made Rainy feel like she was apologizing for something. Ursa, on the other hand, didn’t apologize for anything, and had the type of blunt honesty that was shocking at times. If Ursa was in the mood, she’d tell Rainy what she wanted to know.

“I saw Braithe as I was headed over. She was outside the lobby doors, talking on the phone. She looked upset.”

Ursa’s leg stopped swaying and Rainy could see her blinking rapidly behind her oversize sunglasses. When Ursa didn’t say anything, Rainy swung her legs to the ground and stared her down.

“Is something going on, Ursa? Because I am getting really weird vibes from you guys.” She must have sounded as desperate as she felt, because something broke in Ursa’s face. Her lips pinched together, making a tight little rosebud, and she blew air out of her nose. She took off her glasses and set them on the small table between their chairs, where a bottle of Tylenol stood sentinel. Rainy wanted two of those little pills, but she didn’t want to interrupt what was about to happen. When they were knee to knee, Ursa tilted her head, pushing her lips into a frown.

“You’re right, things have gotten weird.” She tied her hair in a ponytail, avoiding eye contact with Rainy. “They planned that whole thing last night, Tara and Braithe. I don’t know why, but they wanted you to sit down with that psychic and they asked for our help getting you there. I feel really bad, I’m sorry.”

Rainy was momentarily speechless; the confirmation that something weird was going on the night before felt like a victory. You’re not crazy.

“Why?”

Ursa shrugged. “I think they’re jealous, honestly. Not everything is what it seems with those two. All I know is that after this trip I am taking a Tiger Mountain break.” She slung her legs back up on the chair and put her sunglasses on.

That was about as much as she was going to get from the woman, who was facing the sun with determination. She feels bad for telling me. Resuming her position on the deck chair, she turned her head casually toward Ursa.

“One more thing...”

Ursa didn’t face her, but she nodded.

“Did you ever meet any of Grant’s other girlfriends?”

This time she smiled. “I only met one of them. Tara had a barbecue at her house one summer and Grant brought her with.”