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  “I can go with you,” Gemma offered, brushing past Aiden to talk to Lexi. “I could help you look.” If she couldn’t find the scroll, she could at least try to ingratiate herself with the sirens to buy herself a bit more time to look.

  “I’m pretty sure I can handle it myself, but thanks anyway,” Lexi said, her silken voice dripping with venom. “You can go back to playing grab-ass.” She turned to Aiden then. “Watch out for this one. She’s a real man-eater.”

  Lexi winked at Gemma, then turned to walk away. Gemma hurried after her, stopping her before she even made it to the back stairs.

  “We’re running lines,” Gemma explained quickly. “But why don’t I go with you? It’s been a few days since I’ve gone swimming. Maybe we could all go out to the bay.”

  “What is with you?” Lexi whirled around to face her. “Since when do you want to do anything with me or Penn?”

  “I—I—I don’t,” Gemma stammered. “I just … I wanted to … We haven’t talked much lately.”

  “There’s nothing to talk about,” Lexi snapped, then she glanced around. “Wait a second. Where is that scruffy plumber or whatever that Penn is all hung up on?”

  “Daniel?” Gemma asked. “He’s not a plumber. He’s a handyman.”

  Lexi glared at her. “Like I care what he does. I was just wondering where he is.”

  “He’s at Pearl’s Diner, helping Pearl fix an overhead fan,” Gemma said.

  Lexi made a retching sound. “He’s so gross. I have no idea what Penn’s problem is. She’s…” She trailed off and shook her head. “Whatever. I should go find Thea.”

  “You’re sure you don’t want me to come with?” Gemma asked again, trying to keep the desperation out of her voice. “I’m sure I could help.”

  “Honestly, I would love to leave you in charge, wandering around this tiny little shithole until you found Thea, but that would take too long,” Lexi said. “I need to get Thea, and I need to get back.”

  “Because Penn’s entertaining a guest?” Gemma asked, recalling what Lexi said earlier. She assumed that Penn had a guy over she was getting frisky with.

  Lexi tilted her head. “That’s what this is all about? You’re trying to figure out who our ‘guest’ is?”

  “I’m just a little curious, that’s all,” she admitted.

  “You’re worried, aren’t you?” Lexi stepped forward so she was standing right in front of her. Lexi was taller than her, but thanks to the wedge heels, she now towered over Gemma. “You’re afraid we might be interviewing replacements for you? That we might have found a replacement?”

  Gemma swallowed hard. “That actually hadn’t crossed my mind before.”

  “Well, we are. And she’s marvelous.” Lexi smiled. “Thea’s meeting her tonight, and if it all goes well, then it’s all over for you.”

  Gemma really didn’t have anything to say to that, so Lexi just laughed. She turned and walked toward the door.

  “It’s a good thing I found the scroll, then,” Gemma said, stopping her.

  Lexi paused and narrowed her eyes at her. “What?”

  Gemma swallowed hard and decided to plunge ahead. Thea wouldn’t tell her where the scroll was, so there was no way that Lexi would, either. At least not if Gemma came right out and asked for it.

  “The scroll that has your curse on it. If I destroy it, then I destroy all of you,” Gemma said.

  “You did not find it.” Lexi stepped away from the door and moved closer to Gemma, but Gemma just held her ground and stared up at her.

  “I did,” Gemma said. “It was the second place I looked, and if you don’t help me break the curse, I’ll find a way to destroy it.”

  “Ugh.” Lexi groaned and rolled her eyes. “I told Penn we shouldn’t have hid it there. Once you knew who her dad was, it was, like, obvious.”

  “Yeah, well…” Gemma licked her lips. “I did meet her dad, and I got it.”

  “Met her dad?” Lexi smirked. “You little liar. You didn’t find anything. Her dad’s dead.”

  “I’m close, Lexi,” Gemma insisted as Lexi backed away to the door. “I’m going to find it, and when I do, I’ll destroy the scroll and you along with it. If you help me break it, maybe there’s a way that we can all live.”

  “Nice try. You won’t find it, you won’t stop us. At least not before we replace you. You’re out of time, Gemma.” Lexi laughed and walked out of the theater, letting the door slam shut behind her.

  Aiden started talking to Gemma, asking her what that was all about, but Gemma ignored him. He’d been standing back up on the stage, so he hadn’t been able to hear everything, but he’d heard enough to know something was up.

  The sirens were looking to replace her, and they were probably going to do it soon. If Gemma didn’t break the curse, she was as good as dead. And the only clue Lexi had given her was that the hiding place had something to do with Penn’s dead father.

  SEVENTEEN

  Diner

  “Pearl’s?” Harper asked with a raised eyebrow as she slid into the booth across from Daniel. “This counts as a proper date?”

  “I never used the term ‘proper date.’” Daniel held up his hands defensively. “I said that we needed to get out more.”

  Pearl’s didn’t have an oceanic theme like most of the tourist traps in Capri, aside from one painting hung behind the counter. It depicted a mermaid sitting on an open clamshell holding a huge pearl, and Harper avoided looking at it when they sat down.

  When Daniel had said that he wanted to go out tonight, Harper thought he meant something a bit more special, even though it was only a Thursday, and she’d tried to get dolled up. She wore a light summer dress and kept pulling it down to make sure the hem fell below the scar on her thigh.

  Pearl, the owner and namesake of the diner, made her way over to their booth. The diner had other waitresses, but every time Harper came with Daniel, Pearl made a special point of waiting on them. That was probably because Daniel was always helping Pearl out, and she wanted to make sure he was treated well.

  In her early fifties, Pearl was a somewhat heavyset woman. She looked a little gruff, but Harper knew that she was as sweet as her blueberry pie. Which, incidentally, matched her hair. Harper assumed that Pearl attempted to cover up her gray with some type of at-home dye kit, and it left her with bluish curls that she pinned back.

  “Don’t you both look nice?” Pearl commented when she reached their table and looked from Harper to Daniel. “Celebrating something special?”

  Although Daniel managed to look foxy no matter what he did, Harper wouldn’t classify him as looking particularly nice tonight. He wore a Led Zeppelin T-shirt with Icarus on it, and he still had the perpetual stubble on his face.

  Though Harper had come to prefer his scruff to his clean-shaven look. When he’d shaved once a few weeks ago, his kisses felt different and a little alien.

  “No, just hitting the town for the night,” Daniel said, grinning up at Pearl. “What do you have on special tonight?”

  “I have meatloaf with homemade gravy, and a chicken salad sandwich,” Pearl said. “The chicken salad comes with fries. But if there’s anything you want, I can make it up for you. And it’s on the house tonight.”

  Pearl’s didn’t have menus. She had a few specials written on a chalkboard hanging behind the counter, but with everything else, customers were just supposed to know what she served.

  “Thank you, Pearl,” Daniel said. “We’d like a few minutes to think it over.”

  “Take your time.” Pearl winked at him. “I’ll check on you in a bit.”

  “Thanks, Pearl,” Harper said, then turned her attention back to Daniel.

  “What?” Daniel asked once Pearl had walked away.

  “She paid you in food again, didn’t she?” Harper asked.

  He leaned on the table and offered her a sheepish smile. “I did fix her overhead fan, and offers of food were made, yes.”

  “Daniel.” Harper smiled and shook her
head. “You have to stop letting people pay you in food.”

  He shrugged. “It doesn’t happen that often. I have plenty of jobs that pay me in cash.”

  “Really?” She was skeptical and crossed her arms over her chest. “’Cause it seems like you get paid in food or gently used sofas or a box of bootleg VHS tapes.”

  “That was one time.” Daniel held up a finger. “And it had an entire season of the original Adam West Batman in it.”

  “You don’t have a VCR!” Harper countered.

  “I’ll get one,” he insisted.

  “Well, if you wait long enough, you’ll probably get paid with one.”

  “Haha,” he said dryly, but he was still smiling.

  Harper relented a bit, uncrossing her arms and leaning forward on the table. “I’m just saying. You have bills to pay, and I don’t think my dad would let you pay him rent in food or videotapes.”

  “Don’t worry. I have it covered.” He waved off her concern. “The Paramount job is paying pretty well.”

  “How is that going, by the way?”

  “Good. It’s coming together, slowly but surely.”

  “Good. Glad to hear it.” Harper rubbed at a spot on the table and, as nonchalantly as possible, she went on. “I thought something might have happened. Gemma came home last night acting kind of strange, but when I pressed her about it, she kept insisting that nothing was wrong. She just spent the whole night reading up on the mythology books I brought home from the library.”

  Daniel shook his head. “I had to leave early because I was helping Pearl, but everything seemed fine when I was there.”

  “Good.” Harper smiled at him.

  Pearl came back to take their orders. Harper hadn’t really been thinking about it, so she just got the meatloaf and a cherry malt. Daniel apparently liked the sound of that, because he ordered the same.

  Once Pearl had left to fill their order, he leaned back in the booth. He stared across at Harper and sighed.

  “This is going against my rule where I said I wouldn’t tattle on Gemma,” he said finally.

  “It’s not tattling,” Harper argued. “We’re adults. Adults don’t tattle.”

  “That’s kind of my point.” He scratched the back of his head and glanced around the diner. “When I started working on the play, I said I would keep an eye on Gemma, but I wouldn’t run to you telling you every little thing she did wrong.”

  “I know. And I’ve never asked you to,” she said. “I don’t need to know everything she does. I just want to know that she’s safe, and I trust your judgment.”

  “Well, anyway…” He sighed again. “I didn’t see her much last night because I left early, but tonight, she seemed like herself. She was getting a little flirty with Aiden Crawford.”

  “Aiden? The mayor’s son?” Harper asked, her eyes widening a little. “I thought she was seeing Kirby Logan.”

  “I think they broke up on Monday.”

  Harper scoffed and slouched back in her seat. “God, she never tells me anything.”

  “She doesn’t want to worry you. And you tend to react like this when she tells you stuff.” Daniel motioned to her.

  “I’m not reacting any way,” she said quickly, but she sat up straighter and tried not to look as upset. “But you were saying something about Aiden. Are you sure he wasn’t just flirting with her?”

  “No, guys flirt with her a lot. She usually ignores them. This time she was definitely flirting back.”

  “Is this a bad thing?” Harper asked. “I mean, worse than her getting involved with any guy right now?”

  “No.” Daniel stared down at the table and pursed his lips. “I don’t know.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “I don’t know anything.” He paused and glanced around the diner before continuing. “Well, Aiden used to be really good friends with my brother.”

  “Your older brother? So you’re saying this Aiden guy is older than me and you and way, way older than Gemma?” Harper was going into high alert, but she did her best to keep her voice even so Daniel couldn’t accuse her of overreacting.

  “Yeah. But…” Daniel scratched his scruff and hesitated. “After John died, I didn’t really have any reason to talk to Aiden anymore, so it’s been, like, five years since we’ve really spoken.”

  “But?”

  “But when he did run around with John, Aiden was not the nicest guy, and he had a really bad track record with the ladies.”

  “Like how bad?” Harper asked.

  “I don’t know.” He lifted one shoulder in a half shrug and looked up at Harper. “I mostly heard about it from John, so I don’t know how true any of it is. But I saw one of his girlfriends, and she had a pretty nasty shiner.”

  “She got it from Aiden?”

  Daniel nodded. “That’s what John said.”

  “And now Aiden’s dating Gemma?” Harper asked, and by now she didn’t care at all how Daniel or Gemma thought she should react.

  “‘Dating’ is probably too strong a word. And you have to keep in mind that Gemma is, you know…” He gave her a knowing look, trying to remind her that Gemma was a mythological creature capable of enslaving men. “She can handle herself.”

  Harper shook her head. “I don’t want her to have to handle herself.”

  “I know. But…” Daniel trailed off when he noticed Harper digging in her purse on the booth seat next to her. “What are you doing?” Instead of answering, she pulled out her cell phone. “No. Harper, you can’t call her.”

  “Why not?” Harper asked, but she’d already hit the call button and held the phone up to her ear.

  “Because she’ll know that I told on her, and she’ll be pissed at both of us.”

  “I don’t care.” She listened to the ringing and hoped Gemma would hurry and pick up.

  “This is why she doesn’t tell you stuff,” Daniel said. “You act like her mom.”

  Harper froze for a second. That was about the worst thing Daniel could call her. She’d been trying really hard to act more like a sister and a friend than a parent. It wasn’t good for either of them if Harper kept smothering Gemma.

  She was just about to hang up when Gemma finally answered.

  “Gemma?” Harper said. “Sorry. Pocket dial.” She paused as Gemma said something. “Yep. I’ll see you when I get home.” She hung up and shoved the phone back in her purse, then looked at Daniel. “There. Was that better?”

  He smiled. “A little bit, yeah.”

  “Why did you even tell me this?” Harper asked. “You knew how I’d react.”

  “I thought you should be aware of the situation, so you can kinda keep an eye out for stuff,” he said. “But you have to let her live her own life, make her own choices. And right now all she’s done is flirt with a guy. It’s not time to sound the alarm.”

  Harper swallowed hard and shook her head. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to act or what I’m supposed to do. If I see her in danger, I’m just supposed to let her be in danger?”

  “If Gemma was standing in front of a moving bus, I would expect nothing less than for you to run and push her out of the way,” Daniel said. “But she’s not standing in front of a bus. And we’re on a date.”

  “I know.” She took a deep breath. “I’m trying.”

  “I know.” He reached across the table, taking her hand in his. “And I think it’s sweet that you have to work so hard at caring less. You’re like the exact opposite of the Grinch. Your heart is three sizes too big.”

  She smiled and blushed a little. “That was really cheesy. But also sweet.”

  “That’s what I was going for.” Daniel grinned. “I like to think that I walk the fine line between cheesy and sweet, and I always come out on top.”

  “Most of the time, you do.”

  Pearl brought them their dinner shortly after that, and the rest of their meal went well. Both of them made a point of not talking about Gemma or the sirens or college—any of the big three
downers that consumed Harper’s life.

  When they left the diner, the sun was still up, but it was beginning its descent below the horizon. The day had been bordering on overly hot, but as it grew later it managed to hit that perfect spot of just warm enough.

  Harper had parked almost a block away, which was the closest spot she’d been able to find next to Pearl’s. She and Daniel began walking to her car, neither of them really speaking, just enjoying each other’s company and the beautiful evening.

  “What did you want to do now?” Daniel asked when they reached Harper’s old Sable.

  “I don’t know.” She leaned back against the passenger door and stared up at him. “Did you have anything in mind?”

  “I was thinking maybe you could come back out to the island with me.” He leaned in toward her, putting one hand next to her on the car.

  “Yeah? What will we do out there?”

  He pretended to think about it, his expression comically serious, and it made Harper laugh a little. When he looked back down at her, he was smiling, but it fell away to something more intent.

  “I could think of a few things,” he said, his voice low, and he leaned down to her.

  His lips had just brushed against hers when a commotion down the street pulled her attention from him.

  EIGHTEEN

  Slip

  Penn lay stretched out on the sofa of her living room, languidly flipping through a tabloid as Lexi paced in front of her.

  “Isn’t it time for Thea to come home?” Lexi asked.

  Penn lifted her eyes to peer at the clock over the top of the magazine. “Play rehearsal isn’t even done yet.”

  “But this is ridiculous. You brought Liv over last night, and everything went great with her!” Lexi sighed. “She needs twenty-four hours before she’ll even discuss it with us?”

  “She said she needed time to ‘gather her thoughts.’” Penn let go of the magazine long enough to do air quotes with one hand.

  Lexi stopped in front of the fireplace and turned back to Penn. “You should just go down and pick her up.”

  “I let her take the car, remember?” Penn asked.

  “Why?” Lexi demanded, her tone taking on a grating whine that made it very hard for Penn not to smack her. “You always drive her.”