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country happens to be France.”
    “Well, you can Santa Toupee yourself somewhere else, ’cause I don’t like it.” After that Ridley had pouted, and Link had given in. Of course he had. That’s all he ever did lately. He was your basic slave to love—but the girl he loved wouldn’t even admit she loved him back. Guys had written songs about less.
    Link turned over in his lounge chair, pulling his towel halfway over his face.
An Incubus working on his tan. This whole thing is ridiculous.
    Link didn’t like it—except for how the girls’ bathing suits were smaller, when they were there at all. The guys were in Speedos, which revealed too much to make anyone comfortable, as far as he was concerned.
    If I had my own country, guys would swim in long pants. Girls would just, you know… swim.
Link grinned at the thought.
    “Hey, Shrinky Dink.”
    He opened one eye. Ethan and Lena were splashing in the shallow end while John and Liv shared a towel. Ridley was “fanning herself,” which meant that two pool boys were fanning her as she sipped what looked like lemonade out of a tall glass.
    “
Citron pressé
,” she called over to him, holding up her drink. “Want one? I have a whole pitcher.”
    “No thanks. I’ll stick with lemonade.”
    “That’s what this is, Hot Rod.”
    Lena pulled herself out of the pool and grabbed a towel. Ethan only let go of her hand long enough to grab his own.
    Like I said, whipped. They’d probably even pee holding hands underneath the stalls if you let them. Maybe you can do that in France.
    “What are we going to do tonight, kids?” Ridley looked at her cousin. “And don’t try to tell me
book club
is a real thing again.”
    Lena rolled her eyes. “I didn’t make that up. Google it or something.”
    “
Google?
Yeah, right. Stupid word. You probably made that up, too.” Ridley sniffed. She liked to pretend she was above Mortal technology.
    Ethan laughed. “Let’s get out of here. I have to start my job at the library tomorrow.”
    “Job?” Ridley sounded annoyed.
    Lena smiled. “Ethan’s helping Liv and Marian in the stacks. Just until we leave in September. I told him I’d go hang out with him tomorrow.”
    “I’m sorry,” Ridley said.
    “Thank you?” Ethan looked amused.
    “What about John Boy? Can’t he help
read things
?” Ridley never said anything positive about John Breed. She never said anything positive about anyone, come to think of it.
    Why is that?
Link thought, looking at her. It’s not like she needed any more self-esteem. The girl was an esteem factory.
    “John’s busy with Uncle Macon.” Lena didn’t elaborate. “And he’s also gone after this summer, you know. John and Liv.”
    Ridley looked doubly irritated.
    “That leaves you and me, Sugarplum.” Link looked at her. “Wanna go see a movie in Summerville or somethin’? The monster truck rally’s up in Columbia. Road trip?”
    “Just let me get my dip.” Ridley shot him a withering look. “I thought summer was supposed to be fun. Three days in and I’m already bored to death.”
    “Aww, it’s not that bad.” Link sat up and looked at her, pulling the towel from his head.
    “Are you talking about your hair? Because it is that bad.” She raised an eyebrow.
    Link grinned. He knew how his hair was sticking up, and he didn’t care.
If you love me, you love my hair.
    The question was, did she love him?

    “There’s a new club I want to hit. Suffer. It’s like Exile, only hotter.” Ridley had made up her mind. When she looked around the sticky plastic booth at the Dar-ee Keen, though, nobody else was biting.
    Here we go
, thought Link, already tired. “Everything’s hotter, Babe. It’s almost July.”
    She wasn’t giving up. She pushed away her double-cherry-chocolate shake. “Come on, guys. Just this once. Let’s get out of this boring town and light it up, Caster-style.”
    “Because our little trip to the South of France didn’t do it for you?” Ethan shoved the