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My knees give out from under me and I grab the railing. Where the hell did that come from? I gather myself and declare, “I’m immune to Tate Christensen and I’m damn sure he’s immune to me.”
    “Good.”
    I may be immune to Tate, but Henry Fletcher is another situation all together.
    *

Chapter Four
    I sleep until nine, relishing the fact I didn’t have to wake up at the ass crack of dawn.
    “Look at you,” Josh says, glimpsing over his laptop at the kitchen table. “Two days in a row. I thought you’d turned into a vampire.”
    “Yo u wish.” I point to my red blistered skin. “No sparkles though.”
    “Ha ha.” He gives me a stink eye. Josh had a notorious crush on Edward Cullen our senior year in high school. He pushed hard for a Twilight -themed prom. Sadly (for him) he lost out to Gatsby and the roaring 20’s. He’s still bitter.
    I reach for a bottle of OJ and take a swig. Josh slips a pencil behind his ear and say s, “So have you made your move on Henry yet?”
    “No. But he asked me to work with him at the outdoor pool. And we spent the day together yesterday. I’m working my way in.”
    “Good job,” he says, looking impressed. “What’s the next step in Operation Payback?”
    “Luring him with my feminine wiles.”
    Josh clamps a hand over his mouth to keep the coffee from spraying everywhere. “You’re kidding.”
    “ Hey!” I protest. “I have some tricks up my sleeve. Henry will never know what hit him.”
    “If you say so.”
    I leave Josh in the kitchen and start downstairs. I want to argue with him but I know he’s right. Contrary to Austin High rumor, I’m not really that adept at seducing guys. All I’ve managed to prove time and time again is that I know how to cause a scene. Now, in a new setting, I’m determined to see where things really stand with Henry. Can we go back to the starting place? Can I forget the bumpy path I’ve taken since our relationship changed?
     
    *
     
    The warm sun hits my face and I take a deep breath. Then another. Thank God for fresh air and sunshine and being outdoors. I want to grab Henry and Tate in hugs of appreciation, but I don’t. Mostly because my skin is still tender from the sun yesterday.  Also, I’m not convinced Tate will hold to our deal and I’m trying not to be offended by the idea Henry thinks I’m so unappealing Tate won’t even try to make a move on me.
    The pool itself is pretty nice. Three sides consist of rows of lounge chairs and tables set up with umbrellas. There’s a fenced-off baby pool, and near the entrance, a grassy field with a playground. We’re standing just outside of a stone shelter that has a big sitting area and also houses the changing rooms and a guard office.
    “So what happened to Shelly?” I ask, considering for the first time someone had to switch positions for me to move to the outdoor pool.
    “It took some finagling but I moved her to a camp position and switched Jeff to the indoor pool,” Tate says.
    I think of nerdy, skinny , paler-than-a-ghost Jeff. “Poor Jeff.”
    “Eh, he actually volunteered. Somethi ng about sunstroke and bugs. I don’t know.”
    Henry shows me the basics of the pool, how we’ll rotate chairs every hour.  Two in the seats and one walking around the deck. 
    “Which chair do you want first?” he asks.
    Despite my red skin I pick the one in the blazing sun. “That one.”
    W e move to our separate positions. I pull off my shirt but keep my shorts on over my red suit. Tate has been shirtless since I got here and I’ve made every attempt not to perv out on his chest. It’s really, really hard not to look.
    “Do n’t forget sunscreen,” Henry says, holding me a bottle.
    Ignoring him, I climb up the ladder and into the chair by the deep end and settle in. Henry takes the other while Tate strolls around the deck.
    The pool fills up with moms and young kids in the morning and it shifts to teens around lunch. Lifeguarding seems boring but when the pool is