Wren huffed out a small laugh. “You? It doesn’t seem like anything would faze you.” She took another swig of alcohol and laid her head back against the couch pillows. “You caught a crazy girl who jumped off the top of your boat and didn’t even blink.”
I almost chuckled but was too distracted by the absolute anomaly this girl was. “I might’ve blinked. A little.”
Wren closed her eyes. “If you say so.”
We sat in silence as I checked my watch. “I’ll be kicking everyone off the boat soon. It’s getting late.”
She didn’t open her eyes but nodded.
I was pretty sure within the next ten minutes she’d fallen asleep. I finished my beer as I watched her. Even in sleep, she wasn’t completely relaxed. As if she were ready to spring up at a moment’s notice.
I wondered what she’d gone through to get those bruises and scars. I never had asked where she was from, but I was sure I’d hear it somewhere around town. How had she ended up here, of all places? On my boat in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere?
And more importantly, why was no one missing her?