“Hop in,” he said.

She did as she was told, glad to be covered over. Joey unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and lowered them to the floor, along with his shorts. She caught a glimpse of his penis, which looked impossibly huge, as he climbed into the bed next to her. When he kissed her, she shut her eyes, wondering if that speck of dip was still in the corner of his lips.

It lasted only a few minutes. Joey was not rough or mean, but he was mechanical and she felt nothing except fear and humiliation. She yelped when he entered her and gritted her teeth against the pain, praying that he would be quick. He was. When he was finished, he raised himself above her, smiling to the air, not to her. He climbed off her and out of the bed and dressed in silence. As he walked out of the room, Grace turned to look at the chair where Brad had been sitting. It was empty.

She dressed quickly and escaped from the suite without seeing Brad, without even looking for him. Once back in her own room, she took a long bath, too numb even to cry. She was in her robe, ready to get into bed, when someone knocked on her door. She froze.

“Grace?” It was Lucy, one of the other models. Not Brad. Not Joey.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she opened the door a crack, and was surprised by the look of concern on Lucy’s face.

“Are you all right?”

Lucy asked.

Why would she ask her that? Did she know what had happened? Grace felt her cheeks bum.

“I’m fine,” she said.

Lucy folded her arms across her chest.

“You know, you’re one of us now,” she said.

“What do you mean?”

“This is the way Brad pays off his debts,” she said.

“His debts?”

“He owed Joey for the coke. You were the payment.”

“I … don’t understand,” she said, although she was afraid she did.

“Yes, you do, honey,” Lucy said.

“And you’d better get used to it.”

Humiliated and enraged, Grace quit the agency the moment she returned home. Facing her mother with that decision was almost worse than facing Brad. Her mother was furious, and Grace did not dare tell her what had prompted her leaving. Both her mother and Brad tried to coerce her into sticking with her fledgling career, but she ignored their pleas.

Within a few months, she knew she was pregnant with the photographer’s child. Bonnie was the only person she told. She began to dress in loose, sloppy clothes, and everyone wondered what had happened to the beautiful, stylish model. But Grace no longer cared about her modeling career. She had something better: the child who was growing inside her. Finally, someone to love who would love her back, for herself, and who would not want anything more from her than that.

J-Jaria pried the molding from around one of the screens, while Chloe mopped seawater from the porch floor. They had not spoken yet that morning, not about anything important at any rate, as though they both knew they still needed time to shift from the emotions of the night before into this bright, new day. Their energy went into the physical work of cleaning away debris from around the Sea Shanty and opening the storm shutters. Daria had told Chloe about the rescue the night before at Andy’s cottage, and she’d told her that Shelly was there and safe. But she’d said no more about it—and she’d said nothing about her time with Rory.

Across the street, she could see Rory removing the sheets of plywood from his windows. He waved. She waved back, a tightness in her throat.

Chloe finished her mopping. She set the mop in the bucket and put her hands on her hips.

“How about a break?” she said to Daria. They had been working nonstop since dawn.

“Good idea,” Daria said.

“You want some lemonade?”

Chloe nodded, and Daria walked into the kitchen for the drinks. She was going to have to tell Chloe about Shelly. Now.

They moved the picnic table back onto the porch, and Daria set the glasses of lemonade down on it and took a seat. She was surprised when Chloe sat next to her and put an arm around her shoulders.

“You’re as troubled as I am this morning, sis,” Chloe said, giving her a squeeze.

“I’m hoping it’s not because of everything I told you last night. Maybe I shouldn’t have burdened you with all of that.”

Daria’s heart broke for her sister, and she turned to embrace her.

“I’m glad you could tell me,” she said, “and so sorry for all you’ve been through.” She pulled away, and moved to the end of the bench so that she could look squarely into Chloe’s eyes.

“But to be honest, Chloe, that’s only part of what has me upset this morning.”

Chloe reached forward and held Daria’s hand in her own.

“What is it, then?” she asked.

“A couple of things,” Daria said. She looked quizzically at her sister.

“Don’t you think it’s strange that Shelly was at Andy’s last night?”

Chloe nodded. “Yes, but I suppose she somehow knew he was still in the Outer Banks and figured he’d be a safe person to stay with.”

“It’s more than that,” Daria said.

“They’ve apparently been seeing each other for a couple of years.”

Chloe’s eyes were wide.

“Andy and Shelly?” she asked.

“A couple of years? Didn’t you ever pick up on anything between them?”

“Not at all,” Daria said.

“You’ve seen them together. They act as if they barely know each other. Now I realize their behavior was calculated to keep us from suspecting anything.”

“Do you think he’s taking advantage of her?” Chloe asked.

Daria shook her head. “That was my first thought, but Andy’s not like that.” She shrugged.

“Although, right now I’m not sure I know either of them. But I think Andy’s a good person with good values, and I have to admit that,

from the little I saw of them together last night, there seems to be a mutual caring between them. I’m just upset that they’ve kept it from me all this time. Andy and I work together nearly every day, and he never said a word. “

“They’re afraid you’d break them up, don’t you think?” Chloe asked.

Daria sighed.

“I didn’t know I was considered such a shrew,” she said.

“You’re not a shrew,” Chloe said.

“You’re just one of those women who loves too much.”

“There’s something else.” Daria couldn’t believe she was going to tell this to her sister.

“Spit it out,” Chloe said.

“L.-Rory and I made love last night.”

Chloe winced. “Oh, Daria, why did you do that to yourself?”

“It was an emotional night, and…” No use offering excuses.

“I just wanted him,” she said.

“I still do.”

Chloe looked through the now-screen less porch windows toward Poll-Rory. They could hear Rory working on his cottage windows, but he was around the side and invisible from the porch. After a moment, Chloe turned her | gaze back to Daria.

“Well,” she said with a rueful smile, “who am I to cast stones?” Her gaze suddenly shifted toward the beach road.

“Is that Andy’s van?” she asked.

Daria saw the van turn into the cul-de-sac. She stood up as Andy drove into the Sea Shanty driveway. He walked around the car and opened the passenger-side door for Shelly, and Daria was moved by his chivalry.

Shelly got out of the car, and for the first time, Daria realized how perfectly matched they were, physically at least, with their long blond hair and tall, slender bodies. She held the door open for them as they walked onto the porch. “Julie and her little boy are at the hospital in Elizabeth

City,” Andy said.

“Jim says they’re going to be okay. Thanks for coming over, Daria.”

“I’m relieved to hear that,” Daria said. She glanced at Chloe.

“Why don’t you two have a seat?” She motioned toward one of the picnic-table benches.

“I explained to Chloe that you’ve been seeing each other, but I think we’d both like to… have a better understanding of what’s going on.”

Andy and Shelly sat down as a unit on the bench, holding hands. Shelly looked nervous, and Daria felt sorry for her. Still, she was angry with both of them for their dishonesty.

“It’s just like I told you last night,” Andy said.

“Shelly and I have been seeing each other for two and a half years. I apologize for not telling you, Daria. I tried a few times, but you always started talking about how Shelly needed to be protected from men, and I was afraid of what you’d say. Or what you’d do.”

Chloe had brought two rockers onto the porch, and Daria lowered herself into one of them. Her mind raced back over the previous two years, hunting for clues she might have missed. She could remember a few conversations with Andy in which he’d talked to her about Shelly’s need for more freedom. She’d told Andy he didn’t know Shelly well enough to understand.

“I’m really angry with you, Andy,” she said, leaning forward.

“You lied to me.”

“No, I never lied,” he said.

“I just never said anything about what was going on.”

“Shelly is… she’s vulnerable,” Daria said.

“Do you know what that means?” She was not sure either of them understood the meaning of the word.

“She needs to be protected.”

“Not as much as you think,” Andy said.

“I can take perfectly good care of myself,” Shelly finally spoke up.

“You worry too much about me, Daria.”

“Besides,” Andy added.

“I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her. I love her. I” — “If you’d known about me and Andy, you would have tried to ruin it,” Shelly interrupted him.

“You ruined things with my other boyfriends.”

“That was different,” Daria said.

“No matter what you think. Shelly, those guys were going to hurt you.” Was that true? she suddenly wondered. Had she really known those two young men well enough to know that about them?