The Siren by KATHERINE ST. JOHN

Author:KATHERINE ST. JOHN
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2021-05-04T00:00:00+00:00

Coco’s was an open-air seafood and burger joint situated at the end of the jetty that guided boats into the Gen Town harbor. One side of the thatched-roof restaurant overlooked the dinghies and fishing boats bobbing in the port, and the other side a small ironshore beach. Jackson sought out the manager and negotiated a flat rate for food and drinks while our rowdy group took over the place, swamping the bar so badly that one of the sound guys jumped behind the counter to help. Coco’s was not the type of spot where this kind of behavior was looked down on. In fact, the barman, who seemed to have already knocked a few back himself, quickly poured each of them shots and turned up the reggae.

The air was misty and fresh once the rain cleared; the waves pounded the last of the storm’s energy into the sand as the light faded from the sky. Someone handed me a beer and someone else handed me a dart. Before I knew it, I was three rounds deep with Price and Francisco, each of us with a win beneath our belt. And then the steel drums started up. I passed my darts to Brian, filled a plate with fried conch, and sat at a table with a red-and-white-checked tablecloth, swaying to the music in my seat. Stella slid into the chair next to me, picking a piece of conch from my plate with her fingers and dipping it into my tartar sauce, then popping it into her mouth.

“Mmmm…” she said. “I know I should stay away from fried food, but it’s just so good!”

“Get your own,” I teased, protecting my plate with my arm.

“Here, you can have some of my salad.” She pushed a sad-looking plate of dry lettuce and tomatoes toward me, and I laughed.

Tawny sat on my other side with a plate full of conch, shrimp, and peas ’n’ rice. “What’s so funny?” she asked.

“Stella’s stealing my conch and trying to push her salad on me,” I said. “You better watch out; she’ll steal yours too.”

Stella snatched a piece of shrimp off Tawny’s plate with a wink, then cut her eyes toward the bar. “Well, look what the cat dragged in,” she drolled.

Cole sauntered over with a drink in each hand, Madison trailing after him like a schoolgirl in love with the prom king. Yep, they’d fucked. It was written all over her smug face. “Hey,” he said when he reached our table. Tawny was the only one who smiled at him, but he sat down anyway, filling the last seat at our four-top. Madison hovered, staring at her phone like it held the answer to where to park herself.

Cole slid one of the drinks to Stella. “Tonic for you.” He winked.

She eyed him, suspicious. “Thanks.” She sipped the drink, her green eyes going wide as what was surely gin hit her tongue. “That’s some tonic,” she spluttered.

“Bottoms up.” He chuckled.

“You have a nice morning off?” Tawny asked.

“Bought a boat,” Cole replied.

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