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got sort of carsick, unless she focused on one particular
thing that wasn’t moving. Now she found herself focusing on the back of Rhys’s neck. It was a nice neck—not too skinny, but
not too thick, with a couple of freckles in an uneven starlike constellation.
Finally, the car rolled up a dirt road and stopped at a cluster of glass-walled villas surrounded by palm trees on one side,
the ocean on the other. Shelter Cay was a ten-square-mile property that held a private resort with adjacent villas, along
with a few privately owned cottages. The villas were connected by a wraparound birchwood deck, and the sliding doors were
flung open, the organic-cotton curtains blowing in the slight breeze. Avery sucked in her breath happily. This was where they
were
staying
?
“We’re here, guys!” Remington boomed. “You can put the bags there,” he directed the driver. “What do you think?” he asked,
winking at Avery. Avery smiled giddily back. Her luck was finally changing.
“Okay, troops. So, you ladies can stay here, the guys can go over to the villa on the left, and your mom and I will be in
the back,” Remington commanded. “Go out and explore!”
Avery made her way into the girls’ villa. It was bright and airy, and only had three walls, the fourth looking out to a large
swimming pool and the beach below. There were three single beds in the master bedroom, and a large sitting room, where a bottle
of champagne was nestled in a sterling silver bucket.
Bottoms up!
“Cheers!” Avery announced, holding up the bottle. She put it between her knees and expertly popped the cork, the champagne
releasing a spray on the bamboo floors. She felt a little giddy already.
“I need a glass,” Baby announced.
“Make that two!” Layla yelled, emerging from the master bedroom. Avery glanced up. Layla was standing in her underwear, her
impossibly perky 34B chest on display. A tiny gold ring dangled from her belly button, but it was so small it looked cute
rather than skanky. She ducked down and rifled through her oversize camouflage duffel bag that was flung on the floor, triumphantly
pulling out a tiny white string bikini.
“Baby, can you help me tie this?” Layla called. “Riley and I always go horseback riding as soon as we get here. I’m not big
on riding, but there’s this really cool beach on the other side of the island. You girls want to come?” She smiled sweetly.
She had a tribal tattoo around her skinny bicep. Even
that
was cute.
“Don’t you want to unpack?” Avery wrinkled her nose. They’d only been here for five minutes, and it already looked like a
bomb had exploded in the bedroom.
“We’re on vacation! Ignore my anal sister.” Baby rolled her eyes at Layla. “I’ll come,” she said, plunking down her champagne
glass on the marble counter of the kitchenette. She’d spent a lot of time thinking on the drive over, and was annoyed with
herself for acting so sulky earlier. Sure, she’d thought Riley was cute in the magazine stand, and it was kind of disappointing
to realize he hadn’t been flirting with her at all, just being friendly. But it was a two-second crush, and no good reason
to ruin her vacation. Layla was cool, Riley seemed cool, and Baby was going to just chill out too. She loved horseback riding,
and wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity.
She took off her own Brooklyn Industries T-shirt, displaying her skinny rib cage and a black bra.
“Guys!” Avery screeched, pulling the curtains closed. Layla and Baby didn’t seem to care that anyone walking by could see
them.
Half-naked peas in a pod.
“Lighten up, we’re in the islands!” Baby called, rifling through Avery’s suitcase, knowing that’d
really
annoy her sister.
“You better not take anything with a tag on it,” Avery allowed, glancing over Baby’s shoulder. “And be
careful
,” she added as Baby haphazardly threw a white 3.1 by Phillip Lim dress on the
thing that wasn’t moving. Now she found herself focusing on the back of Rhys’s neck. It was a nice neck—not too skinny, but
not too thick, with a couple of freckles in an uneven starlike constellation.
Finally, the car rolled up a dirt road and stopped at a cluster of glass-walled villas surrounded by palm trees on one side,
the ocean on the other. Shelter Cay was a ten-square-mile property that held a private resort with adjacent villas, along
with a few privately owned cottages. The villas were connected by a wraparound birchwood deck, and the sliding doors were
flung open, the organic-cotton curtains blowing in the slight breeze. Avery sucked in her breath happily. This was where they
were
staying
?
“We’re here, guys!” Remington boomed. “You can put the bags there,” he directed the driver. “What do you think?” he asked,
winking at Avery. Avery smiled giddily back. Her luck was finally changing.
“Okay, troops. So, you ladies can stay here, the guys can go over to the villa on the left, and your mom and I will be in
the back,” Remington commanded. “Go out and explore!”
Avery made her way into the girls’ villa. It was bright and airy, and only had three walls, the fourth looking out to a large
swimming pool and the beach below. There were three single beds in the master bedroom, and a large sitting room, where a bottle
of champagne was nestled in a sterling silver bucket.
Bottoms up!
“Cheers!” Avery announced, holding up the bottle. She put it between her knees and expertly popped the cork, the champagne
releasing a spray on the bamboo floors. She felt a little giddy already.
“I need a glass,” Baby announced.
“Make that two!” Layla yelled, emerging from the master bedroom. Avery glanced up. Layla was standing in her underwear, her
impossibly perky 34B chest on display. A tiny gold ring dangled from her belly button, but it was so small it looked cute
rather than skanky. She ducked down and rifled through her oversize camouflage duffel bag that was flung on the floor, triumphantly
pulling out a tiny white string bikini.
“Baby, can you help me tie this?” Layla called. “Riley and I always go horseback riding as soon as we get here. I’m not big
on riding, but there’s this really cool beach on the other side of the island. You girls want to come?” She smiled sweetly.
She had a tribal tattoo around her skinny bicep. Even
that
was cute.
“Don’t you want to unpack?” Avery wrinkled her nose. They’d only been here for five minutes, and it already looked like a
bomb had exploded in the bedroom.
“We’re on vacation! Ignore my anal sister.” Baby rolled her eyes at Layla. “I’ll come,” she said, plunking down her champagne
glass on the marble counter of the kitchenette. She’d spent a lot of time thinking on the drive over, and was annoyed with
herself for acting so sulky earlier. Sure, she’d thought Riley was cute in the magazine stand, and it was kind of disappointing
to realize he hadn’t been flirting with her at all, just being friendly. But it was a two-second crush, and no good reason
to ruin her vacation. Layla was cool, Riley seemed cool, and Baby was going to just chill out too. She loved horseback riding,
and wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity.
She took off her own Brooklyn Industries T-shirt, displaying her skinny rib cage and a black bra.
“Guys!” Avery screeched, pulling the curtains closed. Layla and Baby didn’t seem to care that anyone walking by could see
them.
Half-naked peas in a pod.
“Lighten up, we’re in the islands!” Baby called, rifling through Avery’s suitcase, knowing that’d
really
annoy her sister.
“You better not take anything with a tag on it,” Avery allowed, glancing over Baby’s shoulder. “And be
careful
,” she added as Baby haphazardly threw a white 3.1 by Phillip Lim dress on the
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