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weakness.
    “I’ll let you do that because I love you. But it won’t make you feel better.”
    “I won’t know for sure until I try it.” I keep eye contact, sit a little straighter.
    “Fine. But you’ll still look albino when you let me back up.” She rocks the board and makes me grab it for balance.
    “Get your snotty hands off the surfboard. And I’m not albino. Just white.” I want to cross my arms again, but we almost tipped over that time. Swallowing my pride is a lot easier than swallowing the Gulf of Mexico.
    “Whiter than most,” she grins. “People would think you’re naked if you wore my swimsuit.” I glance down at the white string bikini, off set beautifully against her chocolate- milk skin.
    She catches me and laughs.
    “Well, maybe I could get a tan while we’re here,” I say, blushing. I feel myself cracking and I hate it. Just this once, I want to stay mad at Chloe.
    “Maybe you could get a burn while we’re here, you mean.
    Matterfact, did you put sunblock on?”
    I shake my head.
    She shakes her head too, and makes a tsking sound identical to her mother’s. “Didn’t think so. If you did, you would’ve slipped right off that guy’s chest instead of sticking to it like
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    “I know,” I groan.
    “Got to be the hottest guy I’ve ever seen,” she says, fanning herself for emphasis.
    “Yeah, I know. Smacked into him, remember? Without my helmet, remember?”
    She laughs. “Hate to break it to you, but he’s still staring at you. Him and his mean- ass sister.”
    “Shut. Up.”
    She snickers. “But seriously, which one of them do you think would win a staring contest? I was gonna tell him to meet us at Baytowne to night, but he might be one of those clingy stalker types. That’s too bad, too. There’s a million dark little corners in Baytowne for you two to snuggle—”
    “Ohmysweetgoodness, Chloe, stop!” I giggle and shiver at the same time and accidentally imagine walking around The Village in Baytowne Wharf with Galen. The Village is exactly that—
    a sleepy little village of tourist shops in the middle of a golf-course resort. During the daytime anyway. At night though . . .
    that’s when the dance club wakes up and opens its doors to all the sunburned partiers roaming the cobblestoned walkways with their daiquiris. Galen would look great under the twinkling lights, even with a shirt on. . . .
    Chloe smirks. “Uh- huh. Already thought of that, huh?”
    “No!”
    “Uh- huh. Then why are your cheeks red as hot sauce?”
    “Nuh- uh!” I laugh. She does, too.
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    She shrugs. “Not creepy- old. Old enough for me to be jail-bait, though. Lucky for him, you just turned eigh teen. . . . What the . . . did you just kick me?” She peers into the water, swipes her hand over the surface as if clearing away something to see better. “Something just bumped me.”
    She cups her hands over her eyes and squints, leaning down so close that one good wave could slap her chin. The concentration on her face almost convinces me. Almost. But I grew up with Chloe— we’ve been next- door neighbors since the third grade. I’ve grown used to fake rubber snakes on my front porch, salt in the sugar dish, and saran wrap spread across the toilet seat— well, actually, Mom fell prey to that one. The point is Chloe loves pranks almost as much as she loves running. And this is defi nitely a prank.
    “Yep, I kicked you,” I tell her, rolling my eyes.
    “But . . . but you can’t reach me, Emma. My legs are longer than yours, and I can’t reach you. . . . There it is again! You didn’t feel that?”
    I didn’t feel it, but I did see her leg twitch. I wonder how long she’s been planning this. Since we got here? Since we boarded