Troubles in Paradise (Paradise #3)(22)
No time to wonder because the boat is pulling in. And yes indeedy, the tip jar is filling up.
Cash is standing in front of Mongoose Junction three hundred and ten dollars richer when Ayers arrives in her little green pickup.
“Hop in,” she says. She really does look sick—pale, washed out, heavy-lidded. She’s wearing cotton sleep shorts and a St. John Concrete T-shirt (STAY LEFT, POUR RIGHT), and her curly blond hair is a mess. Not a sexy mess, just a mess.
“I hope whatever you have isn’t contagious,” Cash says, getting in.
She hits the gas.
“So…you broke things off with Mick?” Ayers nods but doesn’t offer anything else. Fine, she doesn’t owe him an explanation. “How did you know about my mom?”
“Maia told me.”
“Oh, right,” Cash says. He hates to be a talker but he feels like there’s something going on. “Have you seen Baker?”
“He called once but I didn’t pick up,” Ayers says. “I’m not feeling great and I need some time.”
“Right, right,” Cash says. He will stop talking even though he wants to brag about how smoothly the charter went.
They swoop and dive around and over the hills—past Caneel, past Oppenheimer and Jumbie, past everyone packing up from a day spent at Trunk Bay—and then begin the climb up to Peter Bay. Cash speaks only to direct Ayers to the correct house. They careen down Tilda’s driveway, and when Ayers stops, Cash hops out. “I’ll go get Winnie, her food, her bowl, her leashes. Be right back.”
He returns with Winnie in tow and there’s a bit of a long goodbye because although Winnie is going to the best possible home, Cash is still going to miss her like crazy. “I’ll come see her tomorrow after work,” he says. “I can’t thank you enough.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” Ayers says. She sighs, and if Cash isn’t mistaken, her eyes glaze over like she might cry. “The more the merrier.”
The more the merrier? Cash thinks. He wonders if maybe Mick has left Ayers with his dog—that would be weird—and then he wonders if maybe Ayers plans on letting Baker and Floyd move in with her.
“Are you…do you have company?” Cash asks.
“Kind of,” Ayers says. “I’m pregnant.”
Maia
Her grounding lasts six days instead of two weeks, but even so, Maia misses the first meeting at the new clubhouse. She arrives at the second meeting early, by herself; everyone else is getting a ride but because Huck and Irene have tripled up on their charters, Maia has to take the bus and then hike. The new clubhouse is very inconveniently located in the middle of nowhere—but that’s the point. It’s Par Force, the great house of the Reef Bay plantation, and it can be accessed only by a spur of the Reef Bay Trail. Maia hikes down the trail, and when the three tourists ahead of her veer to the right to see the petroglyphs, Maia goes left up a steep hill that switchbacks up an even steeper hill. Par Force is engulfed in vines and coral creeper; the brick walls and stone columns are barely visible. There’s a low hum surrounding the house that sounds like some kind of electrical force field. It’s bees, Maia realizes, feasting on the pretty pink flowers of the creeper. Maia heads up the staircase to the main entryway. Unlike most of the ruins of houses on the island, this one still looks like a house. It has arches and columns and window openings, and the walls and roof are still mostly there.
But—Maia’s not gonna lie—it’s spooky, even during the daytime, and she wishes someone else were here. They all agreed they would meet at two thirty on Saturday; earlier today, Bright had basketball practice, Colton guitar lessons, and Shane an orthodontist appointment over on St. Thomas. Joanie is getting a ride from her mom, who’s happy Joanie and her friends are “finally taking an interest in hiking.”
Maia tries to text Joanie to ask if she’s OTW, but she has no signal. In her backpack, she has three bottles of water, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and a banana, so she won’t die, but the idea of hanging out here alone much longer doesn’t appeal. Maia’s mother, Rosie, had brought her to Par Force only the year before. I can’t believe I’ve never shown you this place, she said. Then, once they were inside: I probably avoided it because it’s haunted.
Now that Rosie is dead, ghosts aren’t as scary as they used to be. Maia would welcome a visit from Rosie right now, in any form. Because where is everyone? She worries that this is some kind of prank, that while she was grounded, the rest of the group decided to trick her into going alone. Or maybe at the first meeting, they picked a different clubhouse location—Annaberg or Catherineberg, somewhere easier to get to—and forgot to tell Maia. Maia scrolls back through her texts with Joanie. Meet you at the place. Leaving for the place now.
Snap, Maia thinks. What if the place Joanie is talking about isn’t this place?
But then Maia hears voices. She pokes her head through one of the crumbling stone window openings to see Joanie, Colton, and some girl Maia doesn’t recognize all climbing up the hill together.
“Hey,” Maia says. She’s relieved to see her friends but she wishes it were Shane. Shane is a year older than Maia and he goes to the Antilles School; he’s her crush, and recently he’s become more than just a crush. They have held hands on three separate occasions. Joanie has a crush on Colton, but Colton likes Joanie only as a friend. For now. Both Maia and Joanie are hoping the clubhouse—where they’re going to hang out without any adults watching them—will change this.