Jessie forced the surprise on her face to come across as titillated more than ravenously inquisitive.

Wow! she exclaimed. Thats impressive. How much time did you get to spend with him?

Oh, you know, semi-blonde said, trying to sound laid-back, we spent time together at two in the morning, three in the morning, had a bite to keep our energy up, then spent some more time together around dawn. You know what I mean?

How could she not know what you mean, Brittany? super-blonde asked derisively. Youre not exactly maintaining the mystery.

Sorry, Im just proud. Hes the biggest fish Ive bagged so far this month.

Havent gotten to Percy yet? Jessie asked leadingly.

Maybe someday, Brittany said. Hes definitely around a lot. But hes usually got his boys with him. Its hard to break through that testosterone bubble when theyre all together.

Are you looking to claim a trophy? super-blonde asked Jessie pointedly. Because theres always someone available. But youre probably going to have to up your wardrobe game. Show a little more skin. I know youre older but youve got to put in the effort.

Im thirty, Jessie said.

Thats okay, super-blonde said. Some of these guys like older women. But youve got to convince them that its worth their while.

Out the corner of her eye Jessie saw Matilda, her guide from yesterday, walking toward the pool and decided it was time to pull up stakes.

Ill think about it, she said, standing up and piling the towels back on her shoulder. Maybe Ill go change now. The only problem is that Ive got some scars.

Where? Brittany asked as she sat back up, way too intrigued.

Everywhere, Brittany, Jessie told her. Everywhere.

Before either woman could reply, she scurried away, passing right by Matilda, who glanced her way distractedly, and seeing nothing but a heap of towels, returned her attention to whatever task shed been assigned. As she hurried away, Jessie noticed Cord Mahoney sprawled out face down on a lounge chair, seemingly passed out. He must have found his second wind at some point. He was shirtless and his skin was bright red. Jessie was briefly tempted to bump into him to wake him up so he didnt get even more burned. But she couldnt take the risk of him seeing her so she kept moving.

Jessie didnt look back until shed rounded the corner. The back doors to South House were wide open. Realizing she might not have a better chance to get inside, she picked up the pace, hoping no one would notice her before she got in.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

She knew she looked suspicious.