Over Nikki's shoulder, Joan saw Brock lean inside the pavilion and look around. She held still and silently told him to go away. She needed more time with Nikki. Ulysses whined and got up off the concrete, just a heartbeat before Brock's gaze fastened on Nikki's back. Joan silently echoed her companion's complaint.
"Hey, hon, we gotta go," Brock said, reaching to catch hold of Nikki's elbow. He jostled her just as she was taking another sip of her chocolate.
Nikki let out a little squeal and twisted aside, neatly avoiding the splatter when the cup tipped over, losing nearly a third of the contents. Joan sat still, watching the brown drops hit her boots. She looked up and couldn't help grinning at the confused frown Brock gave her.
"I know you," he said.
"Yeah, this is my friend, Joan, from back home," Nikki said, as she swung her legs over the side of the picnic table bench and stood up. "You got your business done already?"
"Ah -- yeah -- sort of. The guy I was supposed to meet couldn't." Brock still frowned at Joan.For a moment, she had the strangest urge to leap at him, shouting, "Boo!" just to see what he would do. Something had him edgy-tense. Joan doubted it had anything to do with seeing her.