Minute by Minute. Jo Leigh
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5
“WELL, HELLO THERE.”
Alex and Meg turned toward the bungalow just down the boardwalk to find a woman leaning against the railing, her filmy scarf wafting in the breeze. She was in her mid-fifties, and dressed in a bright resort ensemble. Her hair was short, her earrings big, and her smile was a bit too wide.
She pushed off the rail and walked toward them. “I’m Tina Lester,” she said, holding out a manicured hand. “I see we’re neighbors.”
Alex took her hand. “Hi. Alex Rosten. And this is Meg Becker.”
Tina smiled at Meg. “How are you enjoying the island?”
“It’s great so far,” Meg replied. “Haven’t been here that long.”
“We saw you check in this afternoon. You’re going to love it. There’s so much beauty and tranquility. So good for the soul.”
Meg smiled. “Right.”
Tina looked behind her just as a man walked out of their bungalow. He was in a Hawaiian shirt that wasn’t too garish, and khaki shorts that showed off his fish-belly-white legs. “And this is Walter. Darling, this is Alex and Meg.”
“How you doing?” Walter said, sans smile. He did, however, perk up when his phone rang. He retrieved it from his pants pocket and flipped it open. He turned toward the bungalow and in seconds he was involved in an argument that had him close to a bellow.
Even Alex could tell these two were not on a second honeymoon. He looked to Tina, whose lips had pressed together. She closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, she seemed more resigned than angry, and yet the tension was thicker than the scent of the sea.
Walter turned back to them as he closed his cell phone. He still wasn’t smiling, and didn’t seem in the least pleased to meet their bungalow mates.
“Hi, Walter,” Meg said. “It’s nice meeting you. I’m sure we’ll run into you again, but please excuse us now. We’re late for our spa appointments.”
Tina opened her mouth, but Walter spoke first. “Unless you’re shopping, you’re not likely to run into her. You two have a nice night.”
“Thanks,” Alex said, hurrying Meg down the stairs. They made it to the path unscathed, clutching each other as if they’d escaped from the lion’s den.
He steered her toward the path that would lead them to the hotel. “Whoa. That was interesting.”
Meg leaned in close and whispered, “I heard them arguing earlier. I couldn’t make out the words, but the tone was clear enough.”
“Well, we don’t have to socialize. This is our vacation and we can do whatever we want.”
“Right,” she said, “but just so you know? With the windows open, voices carry.”
He tried to remember if he’d said anything while he’d been in the shower. He didn’t think so, but maybe he’d groaned or something. Nothing he could do about it now, anyway. He pulled Meg closer with his arm around her waist. “Did you get any sleep?”
“Eventually. Actually, I slept wonderfully once I could finally relax. All this travel and excitement. I’m not used to it.”
“How far away is that mountain of yours from the beach?”
“About an hour, but that doesn’t mean much. I hardly ever go.”
“Yeah. I can see how it would be tough to find the time.”
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