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but I didn’t care, as all I could see was Morgan.
    Gone was the beachy look that I’d seen earlier; instead, her long wavy hair was fashionably styled, and she wore just enough makeup to accent her high cheekbones. Her eyes were framed by a touch of black liner and long, mascaraed lashes; she wore a dark, luscious red lipstick that emphasized her full mouth. Her white sleeveless top was paired with a short black skirt and soft black suede boots that reached just above her knees. Her friends, I noticed, were equally stylish and groomed.
    Hey there, she mouthed, waving when she was close. Even though she was almost shouting, I could barely hear her. “I wasn’t sure you were going to come. When did you get here?”
    “Just now. How about you?”
    “About an hour ago.” She put her hand on my arm, sending a warm tingle up my shoulder. “C’mere. I want to introduce you to my friends.”
    Back at the table, she introduced me to Stacy, Holly, and Maria. As I waved a greeting to them one by one, none of them bothered to hide their curiosity and scrutiny, making me wonder what Morgan had said about me. When Morgan pulled me down to the seat next to hers, the two guys closest grudgingly made room. One of them, shouting extra loud to be heard, announced that the last time he was at MacDinton’s, a huge fight broke out near the bar, and he was one of the people who’d broken it up.
    I smiled, thinking he might as well have said Did I mentionI’m the strong, heroic type? But I said nothing. The girls didn’t seem impressed, either; three of them leaned toward one another, ignoring him, while Morgan motioned to me with her finger, prompting me to lean closer.
    “What did you do after leaving the beach?” she shouted into my ear.
    “I had dinner, took a shower. Wrote a song. Then I came here.”
    Her face lit up. “You wrote a song?”
    “More like worked on a song that’s been stuck in my head for a while. I finished, but I’m not sure it’s fully cooked yet.”
    “Is that normal for you? To write one so fast?”
    “Sometimes.”
    “Will you play it at the show tomorrow?”
    “It’s nowhere near ready for that.”
    “Any specific inspiration?” she asked.
    I smiled. “It’s hard to say exactly. Surprises in life, meeting you…”
    “Meeting me?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
    “I’m not always sure where exactly they come from.”
    She searched my face. “I want to hear it.”
    “Sure. Just let me know when.”
    “How about now?”
    I raised an eyebrow. “Now? You want to leave? What about your friends?”
    She swiveled in her seat, glancing toward them; Stacy, Holly, and Maria were engrossed in conversation, ignoring the guys who were still fighting to remain of interest. Turning back to me, Morgan waved a hand. “They’ll be fine. How did you get here? Did you Uber?”
    “I have a truck,” I said, surprised again at how quickly Morgan seemed to take control of the situation.
    “Then let’s go,” she said. Standing, she swung her bag from theback of her seat, then leaned toward her friends. “I’ll see you all back at the hotel, okay? We’re going to take off.”
    I watched their eyes flicker between us, startled . One of the guys crossed his arms, clearly disgusted.
    “You’re leaving?” Maria said.
    “Don’t go!” Holly pleaded.
    “C’mon. Stay with us!” Stacy urged.
    By the way their eyes raked over me, I guessed they were concerned about Morgan leaving with a relative stranger.
    But Morgan was already circling the table and leaning in to hug her friends one by one. “I’ll text you guys,” she said. “I’ll be fine.” Turning to me, she asked, “Ready?”
    With her leading the way, we squeezed through the bar to the exit. As soon as we stepped outside, the cacophony dropped off, leaving my ears ringing.
    “Which way to your truck?”
    “Just around the corner.”
    After a few steps, she shot me a sidelong look.
    “My friends obviously think I’m crazy for doing