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    He got away from me before I could even reach out and touch him.
    One second he was next to me, and the next he was all the way across the pool.
    I narrowed my eyes, then did the only thing that I knew would get him over there.
    I let the tears loose.
    See, I had a gift .
    One that had served me well over the last twenty-six and a half years.
    I let my lip quiver, followed quickly by a lone tear.
    I also held my arm across my chest, pulling it in tight and crossing my other arm over it to make it look like he’d hurt me when he’d done it.
    Sneaking a glance from my head lowered position, I noticed that Ridley had lost his smile.
    “Aw shit,” he swam towards me.
    “I’m sorry, Kitt,” Ridley apologized as he moved towards me. “Did I hurt you?”
    Everyone around us had gone quiet, and I smiled, knowing all of them would be witness to the smack I was about to lay down.
    Luckily, my wet hair was hiding most of my face from everyone’s gaze, meaning no one, not even Ridley, could see the smile that twisted up further and further the closer he got.
    “Kitt?” Ridley murmured once he got close, his arm coming out to rest on my shoulder.
    I waited until he was in perfect striking distance, then launched my entire body at him, hitting him in the belly like a battering ram.
    “Ooof,” he grunted as he went down, my body on top.
    I gasped a full breath of air before I followed him down into the water, then immediately wrapped my arms around his head.
    He started struggling then, but I held on like a fucking tick, even going as far as to wrap my legs high around his chest.
    He burst from the surface of the water, gasping for breath and trying to shake me off at the same time.
    I held on, being sure to dig my fingernails into the side of his head as I did.
    “Owww!” He yelled, thrashing to get me off him without hurting himself further. “Get off me, you fat cow!”
    I snickered as Ridley started to use every dirty name in the book on me.
    Once he got too close to the edge and the rocks, I planted my feet in his back and shoved off him, swimming frantically to the side of the pool.
    He was fast. Luckily, I had the advantage of necessity.
    I was nearly at the far wall, and climbing up the steps, when he caught me.
    I screamed and held on for dear life.
    “Let me go, you accident!” I yelled.
    The insult made sense to no one but me, and I snickered as he cursed at me.
    “You know damn well and good I was planned,” he snapped. “You were the accident.”
    “I may have been an accident, but I wasn’t the reason our parents got married. If it hadn’t been for you, I’d have been born in a castle like I deserve,” I teased.
    A thick, callused hand reached out and wrapped around my bicep, causing me to look up in surprise.
    Then I grinned and latched onto his shirt and pulled.
    Wisely, Ridley didn’t continue to pull, otherwise my suit would’ve gone right along with him.
    “Thanks,” I gasped, smiling at Apple.
    Apple winked and walked back to his seat, the whole front of his shirt covered in water.
    I walked with Apple to the table that they were all crowded around, and would’ve taken my brother’s vacant seat but he decided to come out of the water as well, leaving me with nowhere to sit.
    But it didn’t stay that way for long, because Apple caught a towel from the lounge behind him and opened his arms.
    I smiled and went to him, intending to take it from him.
    He had different ideas, though, and pulled me down onto his lap before he wrapped the towel around my body and pulled me in close to his chest.
    “Thanks,” I said softly.
    He rumbled a ‘welcome’ and went back to his conversation.
    “What are you saying? You know who did it?” Apple asked. “Why didn’t you tell me this yesterday?”
    “Because I just remembered,” Mig said shortly.
    Apple’s eyes narrowed.
    “This is a bald eagle nest. This is so far out of the realm of being okay to forget,” he argued, moving his hands