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happily munching on the chocolate doughnut, like he hadn’t suggested a thing.
“Actually, more like sleeping, when I saw you,” Blake said.
“She needs to rest between pictures. Veryexhausting work, photography,” Spencer said.
I glared at him. “You have no idea.”
“Anyway, we’ve got great news, kiddo,” Spencer said, after taking another big bite of doughnut and polishing off the whole thing.
“I’m not a k-kiddo,” I managed to stammer, despite the fact I was feeling like a kid with a crush. On Blake. I couldn’t believe I’d ever had a crush on Spencer.
“We found three bikes in the shed beside the house—we’re planning a trip down the coast,” Spencer said. “There’s enough for all four of us—one of the bikes is a tandem.”
I glanced at Heather. Did we necessarily want to spend the whole day with Adam and Spencer?
“You guys have fun,” Blake said. “I have to get going or I’ll miss tee-time. See you tonight?” he called over his shoulder as he headed off the beach toward the parking lot.
“I don’t know,” said Heather. “I’m not sure.”
He stopped walking and faced us. “Oh, come on, you’ve got to be there.”
She laughed. “I was just kidding. Of course we’ll be there!” she said.
“Oh, yeah, you won’t get rid of them,” Spencer said. “You’ll try, like we’ve tried, but still, no. They’re like—”
“We’re going now,” Heather said, dragging Spencer away by force.
“Okay, so…how did you convince our parents to let us go exploring on our own?” I asked.
“They’re going to play golf too, and they couldn’t see any reason to drag us along when none of us actually play,” he said.
Well, no, but, um…If we were to happen to go to the same golf course as Blake and everyone, wouldn’t that be kind of a nice coincidence? “We could learn,” I suggested.
“Run around hitting a tiny ball wearing plaid shorts?” Spencer shook his head. “I don’t think so.”
“What are you talking about? I love the plaid shorts,” said Heather.
“Me too,” I said. Especially on certain people.
Spencer stared at both of us and let out along sigh. “Well, you guys can golf. I’m going to explore the Outer Banks and try to make something out of this vacation. Emily, what are you waiting for? Where’s your camera?” he asked.
“Right here. Why?”
“Don’t you want to get a picture of that?” he asked.
“Of what?” I replied.
Spencer held out his hands as if he were framing a picture. “Volleyball dude driving away. Car vanishing. Taillights. Turn signal. Et cetera.”
I laughed and shook my head. “You have no artistic sense.”
“Oh, sure. It’s me without the artistic sense,” he scoffed.
“What, are you saying I don’t have any?” I could have smacked him with my camera for saying that, except I valued it more than I valued Spencer at the moment. It might break on his hard, stubborn head.
“I’m just saying that your subjects are kind of limited so far,” he commented.
I glared at him. “So is your imagination.How would you know what I photograph and what I don’t? Are you psychic now in addition to being older, smarter—”
“All right, kids. Do I have to separate you?” Heather asked.
“Let’s just say we won’t be the ones riding the tandem bike,” Spencer said as he walked into the house.
“Works for me!” I called after him.
After a lot of discussion, we’d decided to head out on the bikes to find a different beach to hang out at. Heather and Adam were managing to stay well ahead of us on the tandem bike, while Spencer and I were riding in single file. I didn’t know how—or why—he managed to ride barefoot, but he did.
We’d talked Heather out of riding bikes up to Corolla in search of the lighthouse guys, since we’d already sort of seen the area. We’d headed south.
Finally Adam and Heather stopped at the entrance to a beautiful, sandy beach. “You guys, let’s stop here and
“Actually, more like sleeping, when I saw you,” Blake said.
“She needs to rest between pictures. Veryexhausting work, photography,” Spencer said.
I glared at him. “You have no idea.”
“Anyway, we’ve got great news, kiddo,” Spencer said, after taking another big bite of doughnut and polishing off the whole thing.
“I’m not a k-kiddo,” I managed to stammer, despite the fact I was feeling like a kid with a crush. On Blake. I couldn’t believe I’d ever had a crush on Spencer.
“We found three bikes in the shed beside the house—we’re planning a trip down the coast,” Spencer said. “There’s enough for all four of us—one of the bikes is a tandem.”
I glanced at Heather. Did we necessarily want to spend the whole day with Adam and Spencer?
“You guys have fun,” Blake said. “I have to get going or I’ll miss tee-time. See you tonight?” he called over his shoulder as he headed off the beach toward the parking lot.
“I don’t know,” said Heather. “I’m not sure.”
He stopped walking and faced us. “Oh, come on, you’ve got to be there.”
She laughed. “I was just kidding. Of course we’ll be there!” she said.
“Oh, yeah, you won’t get rid of them,” Spencer said. “You’ll try, like we’ve tried, but still, no. They’re like—”
“We’re going now,” Heather said, dragging Spencer away by force.
“Okay, so…how did you convince our parents to let us go exploring on our own?” I asked.
“They’re going to play golf too, and they couldn’t see any reason to drag us along when none of us actually play,” he said.
Well, no, but, um…If we were to happen to go to the same golf course as Blake and everyone, wouldn’t that be kind of a nice coincidence? “We could learn,” I suggested.
“Run around hitting a tiny ball wearing plaid shorts?” Spencer shook his head. “I don’t think so.”
“What are you talking about? I love the plaid shorts,” said Heather.
“Me too,” I said. Especially on certain people.
Spencer stared at both of us and let out along sigh. “Well, you guys can golf. I’m going to explore the Outer Banks and try to make something out of this vacation. Emily, what are you waiting for? Where’s your camera?” he asked.
“Right here. Why?”
“Don’t you want to get a picture of that?” he asked.
“Of what?” I replied.
Spencer held out his hands as if he were framing a picture. “Volleyball dude driving away. Car vanishing. Taillights. Turn signal. Et cetera.”
I laughed and shook my head. “You have no artistic sense.”
“Oh, sure. It’s me without the artistic sense,” he scoffed.
“What, are you saying I don’t have any?” I could have smacked him with my camera for saying that, except I valued it more than I valued Spencer at the moment. It might break on his hard, stubborn head.
“I’m just saying that your subjects are kind of limited so far,” he commented.
I glared at him. “So is your imagination.How would you know what I photograph and what I don’t? Are you psychic now in addition to being older, smarter—”
“All right, kids. Do I have to separate you?” Heather asked.
“Let’s just say we won’t be the ones riding the tandem bike,” Spencer said as he walked into the house.
“Works for me!” I called after him.
After a lot of discussion, we’d decided to head out on the bikes to find a different beach to hang out at. Heather and Adam were managing to stay well ahead of us on the tandem bike, while Spencer and I were riding in single file. I didn’t know how—or why—he managed to ride barefoot, but he did.
We’d talked Heather out of riding bikes up to Corolla in search of the lighthouse guys, since we’d already sort of seen the area. We’d headed south.
Finally Adam and Heather stopped at the entrance to a beautiful, sandy beach. “You guys, let’s stop here and
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