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great.” I dusted off the sand, grabbing a hold of his hand and let Ethan lead me to the dock.
                  “This is going to be the best trip ever.”  I must have said this sentence quietly and sarcastically to myself a thousand times as I stared into the water that surrounded the creaky little dock we stood on.
                  I hopped into the little boat that Ethan rented for the day. He already sat in the back revving up what sounded like a pathetic engine; if you could even call it an engine. We began our trip to the Amex Island that I apparently had to see or my life wouldn’t be complete. The sky was a crazy shade of blue and the water matched the same crystal-like hue. When I glanced back at Ethan I’d adjusted my wrap a little tighter over my bathing suit. He had been apparently enjoying the view. And, when I say view...I didn’t mean the ocean. He quickly glanced away and shifted the boat to full throttle. I could swear as he turned his head, I saw his mouth curl up into a smug grin. I glanced toward the ocean taking in as much as I could. I had never been over to this remote section of the British Virgin Islands before and had to admit Ethan had been right. It was amazing.
                  “So what’s so great about this island we’re going to?”
                  Ethan smiled at me and I had to admit, it was one hell of a smile that he flashed before he spoke again. “I can’t believe you’ve been coming here all these years with Pete and you haven’t seen The American Express Island. You have to see it, it’s so beautiful,” he paused, looking back at the dock we’d just pulled away from. “Besides, I thought it might give you a break from all the senseless flirting you’re doing with Pete.” Ethan paused then added, “I thought Claire was going to kill you when you started rubbing lotion on his back.” He laughed out loud.
                  It’s true. Yesterday, he’d been lying on the lounge chair and Claire had been God knows where. He looked like he was starting to burn and I was not about to be responsible for him getting sun poisoning. Then, Claire rounded the corner, shot me dagger eyes and jumped into the pool. Peter just looked at me wordlessly and shrugged following her into the pool.
                  “I am not flirting with Peter. Why would you even say that?” I demanded. 
                  “Well, do you normally take a walk on the beach all dolled up? And, please, what about all the bending over to pick up the sunblock, or your drink, or your iPod. You get the picture,” he teased, smiling again.
                  I turned, hugging my arms around myself. “I’m not going there. And, what’s with the beer? I know you’re not eighteen.”
                  “Well, eighteen is the legal drinking age in England and it’s right around the corner.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “So, why not?”
                  I looked back out into the water and decided it was none of my business if he wanted to drink himself into a stupor. “So... American Express owns an island?”
                  He laughed. “No. They call it that because they filmed an advertisement there.”
                  I kept repeating over and over in my head the words my mother said to me one week ago. This is going to be the best trip ever. Yeah, right. I was sitting on a crappy dinghy with the wrong guy. God how I wanted to be sitting here with Peter instead of his know-it-all cousin Ethan.
                  As we moved further along he revved up the engine a little more. I counted at least ten boats not too far away. In fact, the water teemed with speedboats, huge yachts slowly moving their way to wherever they had been going.  I secretly wished I was on one of those instead of trapped out here with him. The sun beat down on us, so I whipped out my