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shook my head. “Sorry. Wrong hole.” I dabbed at my lips with the back of my hand, making sure there wasn’t coffee all over me and trying not to smear my makeup in the process.
    “You good?” she asked, concerned.
    “Yeah.” My voice was hoarse, and I cleared my throat and said it again, this time more confident. Then I threw out my hands as if to stop everything around us. “I’m sorry, but did you just say you’re still into Braeden?”
    I didn’t have to disguise the disgust in my voice.
    ‘Course, I wasn’t sure who I was more disgusted with. Her or me.
    Missy shrugged, suddenly shy. But she couldn’t be shy with me. Not after that bold statement.
    “I thought you were finally over him, Miss,” I pressed.
    “Why, because I stopped wallowing in the fact he wasn’t calling anymore?”
    “Well, yeah. And we’ve all been hanging out. You even agreed to weekend pancakes with us all. This week…”
    “This week?” she prompted.
    “You and Trent…” I echoed again.
    Flashes of last night wouldn’t stop assaulting me. His mouth. His abs—good Lord his abs. The way he felt between my thighs. I turned abruptly away from Missy and toward the ocean. I forgot about my coffee and I bumped the mug.
    It fell over the side of the deck. I grappled for it, but it was too late. Missy and I watched as it fell down into the sand dune among lost seashells and tall beach grasses.
    “Oops,” I said.
    “Was what I said really that surprising?” she asked, amusement clear in her tone.
    I groaned. “I need to go get that.”
    “You can’t. People aren’t supposed to climb on the dunes.” She pointed to a sign posted near the public access next to our house. It promised hefty fines if anyone was caught climbing.
    “I’m not climbing,” I countered, flipping my hair over my shoulders. “I’m retrieving.”
    “Just leave it down there.”
    I probably should have. I mean, really, it was a stupid mug. There were a dozen others just like it inside. But if I stayed here, I’d have to finish this conversation. I’d have to listen to Missy tell me she was still interested in B. In the guy I had hot sex with just hours ago.
    “No one will even know I went down there,” I said and rushed toward the side of the deck that led down to the parking beneath the house.
    “Ivy!” Missy hissed.
    “I’ll be right back!” I called and rushed down the stairs. Once I was standing on the concrete parking pad beneath the house, I leaned up against one of the stilts the house was on and dragged in a ragged breath.
    Get it together, Ivy! I told myself. If I reacted like this every time she said his name, everyone would know what happened without me saying a word.
    So what if she still had a thing for him? He already made it clear—the big jerk—that he wasn’t interested in her that way. It’s not like her feelings were going to change anything. Other than make me feel worse about what I did.
    However, that was my cross to bear, and I could do that quietly.
    Feeling much stronger and less caught off guard, I pushed away from the thick wood pole and went to the side of the house underneath the stairs. I hesitated a moment because it was cooler and shadier under here. The deck kept the sun off the sand and the grasses were grown up well past my knees.
    What if there were creatures living down here?
    I told myself to get over it and pushed forward. My feet sank into the sand as I climbed beneath the deck and walked along the house until I came to the edge of where the deck above ended.
    “Hurry up!” Missy called from above me.
    I looked up to see her staring down at me. She pointed toward the mug, and I followed her direction to where it lay nearby.
    The weeds brushed against my skirt and pulled at it. Shuddering, I gathered the fabric up in one hand and bunched it up around my knees as I made my way over the mug.
    “There’s a lot of crap down here,” I yelled up. A Frisbee, a beach ball without its air, scattered