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disapproving sound but said nothing.
    I covered my eyes with my hands and thought back to the woman. Who was she? Where had she come from? Had there been another group camping near us?
    Becca touched my foot again. “Listen, G. I have to get organized here. Get clothes for the cast and stuff. Are you going to be okay if go downstairs?”
    I lifted my hand off my eyes and looked at her. “Yeah. Go ahead and get your work done. I understand.”
    She stared at me, studying me. “I don’t want you to be alone.”
    â€œCome on, Becca. I’m not going to freak out or anything.”
    â€œStill. Why don’t you go take a shower and then come downstairs?”
    I shrugged, then sat up on the bed. “Okay. If it’ll make you feel better.”
    She walked me out of the room. “It will make
you
feel better. Clear your head, you know?”
    The small communal bathrooms were at the end of the hall. I walked toward them and waved at Becca as she headed in the opposite direction toward the staircase. She was right, I supposed. Sulking in bed would do nothing to find Scott.
    DeeCee and Daisy were already in the lavatory. The water was running in the shower, steam escaping out to the sitting room where Daisy was perched in front of the mirror, blow-drying her impossibly long, golden hair. She flicked off the dryer when she saw me.
    â€œAny news on Scott?” she asked.
    For some reason it bothered me that she’d said his name. It was silly, of course. I’d wanted her to refer to him as my boyfriend. How very possessive of me. Not to mention insecure. Would it have bothered me if she wasn’t gorgeous?
    I shook my head.
    The water from the shower turned off, then DeeCee stepped out into the waiting area and dripped onto the rug. She had fire-red hair, was tall with long legs, a big bosom, and flat stomach. I tried not to stare at her perfect-ten body as she reached for a white towel that was neatly stacked on the counter.
    Daisy turned to DeeCee. “No news.”
    â€œI’m so sorry, hon. I know it’s got to be awful for you.”
    I nodded. “Thank you. Is the shower—”
    â€œYes!” Daisy said. “Absolutely. It’s all yours. Are you going to the dining room later? You should eat. These kinds of situations take a toll and you have to fuel your body.”
    Was she nervous I was on the verge of passing out? I felt like I was. Did it show?
    I glanced at my reflection and startled myself. There were dark circles under my eyes and my hair was greasy and matted against my forehead from wearing the knit cap last night.
    When the girls left the small bathroom, I disrobed and entered the narrow shower stall. The hot water pelted into my shoulders, working out some of the tension. God. Where was Scott?
    I tried not to focus on any bad thoughts and just simply visualized him appearing before me.
    He would like the bed-and-breakfast. He would tease me about my worrying and simply say that he had gotten lost.
    I finished with my shower, turned off the water and grabbed a towel. When I pulled back the shower curtain I was half expecting Scott to be standing there and when he wasn’t I began to weep into the towel.
    I quickly blow-dried my hair, grateful for the electricity. What a difference it made. My lips were dry and chapped from camping, so I put on a little lip gloss to try to revive them, not to mention that the color it brought into my face made me look less zombie-like.
    I finished my minimal primping and then there was a rap at the bathroom door and Becca peeked in.
    â€œAre you going down for dinner?” she asked.
    â€œYes. I’m starving,” I said.
    â€œGood,” she said. “I’m going to shower and then head down myself. Sergio said he wants to ask me a few questions.”
    I looked her in the eyes. “He’s going to ask you about Scott, you know that. He’s going to ask you about the watch.”
    She