Dana POV
I tried not to show my discomfort as I stepped out, wondering where Hunter had gone and noting that Sandra had gotten out of the pool and adopted a dress to pull over her bikini. She smiled at me, like a predator, while I inwardly groaned, regretting life choices and wondering if it was too late to turn back around and leave. I knew I should have stayed inside, I thought, feeling like this was about to become a confrontation of sorts. Damn, Hunter for leaving me with her.
“Dana,” Sandra said, before stopping next to me, her eyes flashing as she looked at me and then at the dressing on my hand, her brow raising.
I wasn't fooled by the sweetness of her voice or the friendliness of her tone. It was all fake. Just like her.
“I know what you’re doing,” she said, her voice icy, a
