Page 50 of Summer People
“You coming to watch, or are you here to practice your part in the chorus?” I ask, my voice echoing loudly across the space.
Fisher steps inside, his shadow shifting into color. “Chorus?”
Maggie giggles. “Oh, Fisher doesn’t sing.”
Sutton bounces off the stage and skips past us. “Is it time yet?” she asks as she approaches him. “Do you have it?”
“Have what?” I ask, my feet forcing me their way, like there’s a magnet attached to the two of them, pulling me in. The magical pull they possess also causes my lips to tip up in a smile that spans my face. A current flows through my blood, making every step I take feel like I’m walking on a cloud.
As I get closer, the blurred lines of Fisher’s features turn vibrant. He’s wearing jeans and one of his standard shirts, the kind that shows off his biceps when his arms are crossed.
His lips twitch in one of those smiles that makes me melt. “Your golf cart,” he says, the three-word sentence probably the longest he’s spoken all day.
“You got a golf cart?” Maggie asks, sidling up beside me.
My chest constricts. “I know summer people normally don’t?—”
Sutton grabs my hand and yanks. “It’s pink! I saw it this morning. Can I drive it?”
“Sure,” I say, just as Fisher growls, “Absolutely not.”
Sutton snaps her head back, her gaze ping-ponging between the two of us.
“Why not?” I take a step closer to the growly man. At least he’s consistent. Smiling one minute, then barely tolerating me the next.
He puts his hands on his hips, his eyes narrowing. “Doyoueven know how to drive it?”
As I position myself another step closer, the air around us charges. If I reached out right now, I could press my palm to his chest. If I tipped my head just a bit higher, his breath would fan against my lips. “I know how to drive.”
He lifts a brow, angling his chin so we’re nose to nose. “A golf cart?” The words skirt against my mouth. Without my permission, my tongue slides across my bottom lip, desperate for a taste of his arrogance.
“Are you gonna kiss?” The question comes from the stage. From Rowan, to be exact.
Breath catching, I step back, only now noticing that we’ve garnered an audience.
It looks like even in Monhegan, privacy is hard to come by.
“Of course not.” With another of his signature grunts, Fisher storms out of the theater.
I stand there speechless, too shocked to be upset about the rejection.
Before I can sort out my emotions, his disembodied voice echoes through the theater. “Well, you coming?”
Sutton bounces on her toes. “Bet you he lets us drive it home.”
Lets us.Internally, I scoff. He’s not the boss of me.
She darts for the door, and I follow with Maggie at my side.
“We done with practice?” I cringe as I turn to my new friend. I don’t want to shirk my responsibilities, but?—
“Oh yeah. Fisher teaching you how to drive the—pink golf cart?” Her voice pitches higher as my gorgeous new ride comes into view. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”
The second I saw it online, I knew I had to have it. I wasn’t sure it would make it all the way to the island, and I definitely didn’t expect it to come so quickly. It seems all my packages are being delivered within a couple of days. That’s a big change from the days before tourists started showing up.
Fisher stands beside it, the keys in his hand, his lip quirked in what constitutes a cocky smirk for him. “Let me see you turn it on.” He nods at it.
With a haughtyha, I snatch the key from his hand. “Just you wait and see how good I am at this.” I hop in and stick the key in the hole. “Step back.”
