“Jake and Eliza?” Brittany asks now, and I nod. We took the dinghy over to the beach with Amma, while Nico stayed behind on the boat.
Brittany shrugs. “They’re rich, obviously,” she says. “But they seem cool. And laid-back. Which is kind of surprising because I assumed most rich people were uptight.”
So it isn’t her money funding this trip. I’d wondered, because if they’re willing to hand Nico $50,000, money is clearly coming from somewhere. And they’ve been traveling for, what? Months now?
Brittany flashes me a smile. “But then again, I don’t really know any. Do you?”
Nico.
We don’t really talk about Nico’s family, the life he led before he chucked it all to go sailing. And Nico never really acts like a rich person. But every once in a while, I’m reminded that he and I grew up very differently.
Once, he’d come to pick me up from work at the Haleakala, driving up to the front of the hotel rather than the back entrance, and even though he’d been wearing his usual shorts and ripped T-shirt, the valet had immediately assumed he was a guest. Nico had told me about it later, laughing, but I’d wondered what it was about him that exuded that aura that he belonged.
Or maybe I was overthinking it.
Amma snorts. “Rich people are just people,” she says. “Some are cool, some are assholes.”
She’s wearing a simple black bikini that emphasizes the pale smoothness of her skin, and she’s not quite as tense as she seemed yesterday. But she’s still in a mood, clearly.
“That’s true,” I tell her. “When I worked at the Haleakala, we saw all types, trust me.”
Amma gives me a smile. “You must have seen some fucked-up shit, working at a resort like that.”
“Oh, you would not even believe,” I assure her, and then I launch into the sex toy story. By the time I’m done, all three of us are laughing, the sound echoing loudly along the empty stretch of beach.
I realize again just how quiet it is here. Last night, I’d lain on our cushioned table and listened to the surf crashing against the shore in the distance. That sound, that constant murmur in the background, had been there in Hawaii, too, of course, but never this close. Besides—out here, there are no other sounds vying for your attention. No traffic, no voices, no music. Just the wind and the surf, the call of birds, the gentle creaking of the palm trees.
Next to me, Brittany bumps my hip with hers. “This is everything we promised, right?”
I look out at the bright turquoise sea, stretching out in every direction, and nod. “And more,” I assure her, reaching out to take her hand and squeeze it. It’s the kind of easily affectionate thing I used to do with girls back home. I hadn’t realized how much I missed having female friends.
Brittany squeezes back, and even Amma seems relaxed as we walk along the beach until we reach the blanket where Eliza and Jake are stretched out.
Eliza is on her stomach, her cheek resting on her folded arms, her back bare, while Jake has a towel bunched up behind his head, a paperback in one hand. The pages and the cover are curling up, waterlogged, no doubt, and I can’t make out the title.
He lifts his head slightly as we approach, already smiling.
“G’day, neighbors,” he says cheerfully as Eliza lifts her cheek from her arms.
“What are you three up to?” she asks, rolling over.
I’m not a prude, not by any means, but it’s still a little startling how casual she is being topless in front of us, and I’m glad I have my sunglasses on so that I don’t have to worry about where my eyes land.
“Just doing a little exploring,” I answer.
“There’s a great swimming spot just around this bend,” Jake says, propping himself up on one elbow and pointing farther down the beach. “I can show you—”
“That’s okay,” Amma says quickly, and links her arm through mine. “You guys enjoy your morning.”
She begins tugging me down the beach, and Brittany calls after us, “I’ll catch up in a few!”
She turns back to Jake and Eliza, drawing a pattern in the sand with one toe, and only once we’re out of earshot do I ask Amma, “Do you want to tell me what that was about?”
“What was what about?”
I stop, looking at her even though all I can really see is my face reflected in her sunglasses. “Your attitude around them. Do you not like Eliza and Jake?”
She sighs, pushing her hair behind her ears and turning to look out at the ocean for a second. “It’s not that. It’s just…” She gives an uncomfortable shrug. “Brittany basically loves everyone she meets right from the jump, and I like to take a little more time, you know? Ease in.”