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and Sander want to join us?” 
    “Sander and I broke up.”
     Mom’s eyes get huge. “Why? Are you okay, honey?”
    “I’m fine. We’re still friends, and I’m sure he would love to go tonight, but I have plans with Brooklyn.”
    Mom raises her eyebrows knowingly. “Is it a date? Is that why you broke up?”
    “No, we’re just hanging out like we always do. It’s no big deal. You’re still planning on coming to the Undertow for Damian’s last gig, right?”
    “Of course.” She gives me a smirk. 
    I can’t help but smile. “Fine. I maybe have a little crush on him.”
    She laughs at me and walks back into the living room.
     
    Wear a bikini and scream.
    10:30 pm
     
    The bar is packed. Twisted Dreams is halfway through their second set and Brooklyn and I are having fun. 
    At least I think we are.
    Dinner was nice. We talked about everything, laughed, and had fun. We talked a lot about his future. About how he wants to start an adventure tour company someday. One where he would take people to all the best surf spots in the world. He also told me he’s thinking about going on the pro surfing tour and asked me what I thought about that. 
    I answered perfectly. Like I read it from a script. I said, You should always follow your dreams, wherever they take you. Which I thought was so super supportive. I’d be the best girlfriend ever. If he’d just let me.
    Our evening so far has been relaxed and chill like usual.
    Although, for me, it’s kinda been torture. 
    Because every time he leans in close to talk to me, I wonder if he’s going to kiss me. 
    Every time he touches my hand, I wonder if it means something. 
    Every time he looks at me, I wonder if he thinks I’m pretty. 
    Every time he glances down, I wonder if he’s admiring my legs or if he likes my outfit. 
    We’re standing near the crowded bar, sipping on beers, and singing along to some of our favorite songs. The dance floor is crowded, but he hasn’t asked me to dance yet. 
     
    I notice Mom, Tommy, Damian’s dad, and his wife, Marisa, squeezing their way up to a reserved table at the edge of the dance floor. We go greet them.
    I grab a beer from the bucket that appeared on the table the minute Tommy walked in, excuse myself, and walk back to the ladies’ room. Of course, the place is packed, which means getting back there is crazy. Honestly, I’ve had to pee for a while, but I’ve been a little afraid to leave Brooklyn. Afraid I’d come back out and find him talking to some girl. I’m single, finally. He’s mine tonight.
    Like, I hope.
    Now that Mom and Tommy are here at least I won’t worry about some random girl hitting on him while I’m gone.
    I work my way through the crowd and say hey to a few people I know. I’m almost to the long bathroom line when someone pushes me from behind and knocks me straight into a pair of strong arms. 
    I see a lime green polo, pleated khaki shorts, and an upscale version of a topsider. I’m pretty proud of the fact that I manage not to spill a drop of beer. As the guy pulls me up, I’m surprised to find myself face to face with the hot Armani guy from the beach. 
    He recognizes me and gives me the kind of smile that has probably bedded many a woman.
    “Thanks. Vincent, right? From the beach?”
    “In the flesh,” he says.
    I get pushed closer into his broad chest when someone else bumps into us. 
    “I’m sorry,” I say. The poor guy. I’m practically in his arms!
    He looks straight into my eyes, like he did at the beach. Like he’s searching them for answers to a question he’s yet to ask. 
    He puts his mouth by my ear and yells over the music. “I saw you standing next to your mom.”
    I can’t help but roll my eyes. “Look, I know you’re a fan. But if you want an autograph or something, you’ll have to be a big boy and go ask her yourself.”
    “Already have her autograph,” he says, in a smart-ass way. “I don’t really know her, but we kinda run in the same