attitude made Mac want to keep the fact that the cottage actually had a flushable toilet to himself, but he resisted blurting the few ideas he had on where else to go pee. There were always bushes with lurking predators.
âIf you ask politely, Mr. or Mrs. Lagat will show you a bathroom you can use,â Mac said.
Nick left a dust cloud in his wake. Tessa rubbed her arms.
âCan I get a ride back on wheels? Iâll pay for the service,â she said.
âIâm usually the service people use to get out here. The camp does have a jeep, but itâs typically used to take guests out on safari.â
âWell, Iâll tell you what. You go on. Weâll stay the night. But I really need to see if someone here has a charger I can borrow or a computer I can use. I have to check my emails and take care of a few things, and thereâs no way Iâm getting back in your helicopter. Someone can fetch me tomorrow in a jeep.â
âHate to break it to you, darling, but thereâs no internet out here, and do you have any idea how much longer it would take to get back by jeep?â Mac asked.
The Tessa heâd known hadnât been quite so clueless. If anything, writing for their school paper had given her a smartâalbeit nerdyâimage. Living with money had spoiled her. Sheâd had a soft heart for animals in shelters back then and always posted articles about school fund-raisers and food drives to help support them. Sheâd even taken home one too many herself. She told him they kept her company. Maria had been more of a social, outgoing type than Tessa and spent much of her time at school events, and their parents were often away at sea. Maria had been a lot like them. Much like Macâs brother had followed in his fatherâs footsteps. Tessa, not so much. Heâd kind of felt sorry for her.
Mac had tried reaching out to Tessa since his brother hung around her sister all the time. Heâd even attempted to draw Tessa into their crowd, but she hadnât wanted anything to do with him. He made her nervous for some reason, so heâd backed off. He still was around a lot, though, because of Maria and Allan dating. Heâd once overheard Tessa having an argument with her sister in her bedroom; sheâd cried about wanting to be more than the latch-key daughter of adrenaline-driven parents. She was fed up with them prioritizing work over spending time at home with their daughters, and risking their lives at sea. Sheâd been royally ticked off at him when she opened her room door and found him lingering in the hall. Allanâs plans for hanging out in their backyard were cut short when Mac told him theyâd better leave before Tessa killed him.
And then there was the time during Allanâs senior year when Mac had tagged along to visit Maria and fire up the grill. Heâd gone inside to grab a drink and ran into Tessa freaking out. Her computer crashed before she had the chance to save her English paper that was due the next morning. He insisted she use his essay, which would have no doubt been worse than hers but was better than nothing. He ended up writing a second one and turning it in after the deadline. His father gave him a lot of flak for the late penalty, but Mac figured heâd have picked on something about his grade regardless. Seeing the relief and gratitude on Tessaâs face had been so worth it. And heâd obviously mistaken it for a truce. A friendship. Right now, Tessa was looking at him with the same wrenching expression as she had that night.
âNo internet. For real? Not even for an hour a day or dial-up or something?â
She was obviously desperate, but Nick, whoâd just returned from using the facilities and overheard her...he seemed absolutely horrified.
âWe could knock you out for the flight,â Mac said, scooping up a fist-size rock and bouncing it in his hand.
Tessa glared at him.
âYouâre