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said. “Did I wake you up?”
“N-no,” I said as I turned over to sit beside him. He was wearing long, madras plaid shorts, a bright yellow polo shirt, a white cap, and no shoes. Something about his getup didn’t quite add up, but I didn’t say anything.
“Nice day,” Blake commented. He held out a white bag. “Here. We stopped by the bakery on the way home last night. There were thirteento start with. I think. Have one,” he offered.
“Thanks,” I said, gently pulling a powdered doughnut out of the bag. “I think I saw you guys leave last night, when I was out on my balcony.”
Blake snapped his fingers against my bare leg. “Was that you who shrieked?”
Oops, forgot that part . “You heard me? Well, I kind of slipped and lost my balance—no big whoop.”
“You almost plummeted to your death. No big whoop,” he teased. “Y’all are crazy.”
“Anyway, what did you guys do?”
“Oh, we went into town to see if we could find something to do. We didn’t. But we did find out about a band coming in a couple days. They’re great—I’ve seen them play before.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. We’ll have to go,” he said.
Was he asking me out? I’d hardly ever been asked out before, so I wasn’t sure. Did “we’ll have to go” count as a date? “Definitely,” I said.
“Look out, you’ve got some powdered sugarright there.” He brushed at my arm, and I felt a shiver go up my spine. “You have a great body. You know that? I mean, you probably know that. Never mind.”
I knew that by this point, my entire upper torso must be blushing. I was used to having ballet instructors comment on my line—not guys comment on my curves. “I do? I mean…thanks.”
“You do sports? Work out?”
“I dance,” I said.
He shot me a questioning look.
“Ballet,” I explained.
“Isn’t that kind of expensive? Don’t you have to starve yourself?”
“Yes, and no.” I held up the doughnut, and we both laughed.
“What did you guys do yesterday?” Blake asked. “I looked around for you a couple of times but you weren’t around.”
He’d looked around for me? Why did I have to be touring lighthouses? Mom and her plans. Her wicked plans. “We, uh, we saw lots of things. We were basically stuck in a vanwith our parents for the whole day,” I admitted, hating to seem young. “Today we’re going to see if we can, you know, do something without them.” Unless I get a better offer, that is. “What are you up to?” I asked.
“Us? We’re off to play golf again.”
“Barefoot?” I asked. Who do you think you are, Spencer? I almost added. And was the fact they had something in common a bad thing?
“My golf spikes are in the car. You only wear them on the green.”
“Right. Of course. Well, then that makes sense, I guess.” Open mouth, insert sand-covered foot.
Blake glanced at his watch. “I should get going.”
“Yeah, me too, probably.”
We both got to our feet, and I was about to ask him if he maybe wanted to teach me how to golf when Heather and Spencer came outside. Heather grinned when she saw me standing with Blake—me in my bikini and long T-shirt, and Blake in his golfing clothes.
“Well. Good morning,” she said, walking up to us.
“Hey, y’all,” Blake said. “Doughnut?” He held out the bag to Spencer. “We got them late last night, but they’re still really fresh.”
Heather’s smile widened. “You guys have been out here eating doughnuts all night?”
Spencer looked slightly horrified by the thought as he pulled a chocolate doughnut out of the bag, as if the idea of me and Blake eating a baker’s dozen tainted his breakfast somehow.
“No, not all night.” Blake laughed. “I just came out and found her here.”
“Funny. It’s almost like she was waiting for you,” Spencer said.
“I was taking pictures,” I said through gritted teeth. I wanted to get Blake’s golf clubs from the car and whack Spencer in the head with them.
He was just
“N-no,” I said as I turned over to sit beside him. He was wearing long, madras plaid shorts, a bright yellow polo shirt, a white cap, and no shoes. Something about his getup didn’t quite add up, but I didn’t say anything.
“Nice day,” Blake commented. He held out a white bag. “Here. We stopped by the bakery on the way home last night. There were thirteento start with. I think. Have one,” he offered.
“Thanks,” I said, gently pulling a powdered doughnut out of the bag. “I think I saw you guys leave last night, when I was out on my balcony.”
Blake snapped his fingers against my bare leg. “Was that you who shrieked?”
Oops, forgot that part . “You heard me? Well, I kind of slipped and lost my balance—no big whoop.”
“You almost plummeted to your death. No big whoop,” he teased. “Y’all are crazy.”
“Anyway, what did you guys do?”
“Oh, we went into town to see if we could find something to do. We didn’t. But we did find out about a band coming in a couple days. They’re great—I’ve seen them play before.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. We’ll have to go,” he said.
Was he asking me out? I’d hardly ever been asked out before, so I wasn’t sure. Did “we’ll have to go” count as a date? “Definitely,” I said.
“Look out, you’ve got some powdered sugarright there.” He brushed at my arm, and I felt a shiver go up my spine. “You have a great body. You know that? I mean, you probably know that. Never mind.”
I knew that by this point, my entire upper torso must be blushing. I was used to having ballet instructors comment on my line—not guys comment on my curves. “I do? I mean…thanks.”
“You do sports? Work out?”
“I dance,” I said.
He shot me a questioning look.
“Ballet,” I explained.
“Isn’t that kind of expensive? Don’t you have to starve yourself?”
“Yes, and no.” I held up the doughnut, and we both laughed.
“What did you guys do yesterday?” Blake asked. “I looked around for you a couple of times but you weren’t around.”
He’d looked around for me? Why did I have to be touring lighthouses? Mom and her plans. Her wicked plans. “We, uh, we saw lots of things. We were basically stuck in a vanwith our parents for the whole day,” I admitted, hating to seem young. “Today we’re going to see if we can, you know, do something without them.” Unless I get a better offer, that is. “What are you up to?” I asked.
“Us? We’re off to play golf again.”
“Barefoot?” I asked. Who do you think you are, Spencer? I almost added. And was the fact they had something in common a bad thing?
“My golf spikes are in the car. You only wear them on the green.”
“Right. Of course. Well, then that makes sense, I guess.” Open mouth, insert sand-covered foot.
Blake glanced at his watch. “I should get going.”
“Yeah, me too, probably.”
We both got to our feet, and I was about to ask him if he maybe wanted to teach me how to golf when Heather and Spencer came outside. Heather grinned when she saw me standing with Blake—me in my bikini and long T-shirt, and Blake in his golfing clothes.
“Well. Good morning,” she said, walking up to us.
“Hey, y’all,” Blake said. “Doughnut?” He held out the bag to Spencer. “We got them late last night, but they’re still really fresh.”
Heather’s smile widened. “You guys have been out here eating doughnuts all night?”
Spencer looked slightly horrified by the thought as he pulled a chocolate doughnut out of the bag, as if the idea of me and Blake eating a baker’s dozen tainted his breakfast somehow.
“No, not all night.” Blake laughed. “I just came out and found her here.”
“Funny. It’s almost like she was waiting for you,” Spencer said.
“I was taking pictures,” I said through gritted teeth. I wanted to get Blake’s golf clubs from the car and whack Spencer in the head with them.
He was just
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