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smile.
    “That good?” asked Leigh.
    “Yeah, you look like the cat who just ate the canary—or something else?” said Storme. “Now spill!”
    I laughed at my friends who looked at me with expectant eyes. The sun filtering in shined a light on the sad reality that at summer’s end there would be no more late night talks or early morning confessions with my girls. We’d go our separate ways; destined to promise to see other soon but ending up merely Facebook friends who liked each other statuses.
    Storme would have Philip and the winery, while Leigh worked herself into an early grave as a PR consultant. And I would—I had no idea what. I only knew I had to make the most of this summer.
    Knowing it might be my last confession, I relished making them wait as I propped myself up on some pillows. With dramatic flair, I dished about my date with The Hampton Hottie. My friends sighed when I told them about the epic first kiss. My insides went weak from reliving it. It made it real.
    “And did it lead to more?” Storme asked like she already knew the answer.
    I answered with a giggle and if the sudden heat in my cheeks were any indication, I think I blushed. Or I was coming down with a cold from swimming in the freezing water, because Kelsey Mitchell did not blush.
    “Oh my God! Where?” Leigh hit me with the pillow again.
    “On the dunes.” But that’s all I planned to divulge about the greatest sex of my life. Maybe, because it had felt like it was more than just sex. Had Sean felt it too? Or had the stars, moonlight, and vodka messed with my head?
    “It was freezing last night,” said Leigh.
    “Sean knows how to keep a girl warm,” I said with a sly smile.
    Storme slapped my thigh through the covers. “You are so bad!”
    “Are you going to see him again?” The expression on Leigh’s face was hopeful.
    I nodded. “He’s coming over after work, if that’s okay, Storme?”
    “Of course it is. Besides we want to check him out for ourselves.”
    “Okay, but no third degree.” My friends should know by now that I didn’t do relationships. Too much drama. “It’s a summer fling, not a walk down the aisle.”
    Leigh shook her head. “Two dates in two days? It must be love.”
    Yes, that was an anomaly in my love life or more accurately, my lust life. But love? In two days? Ha!
    *
    I completed twenty laps in Storme’s infinity pool. Wearing little bikinis and large hats, Storme sipped on wine and Leigh nursed a smoothie while they read gossip magazines on the lounge chairs. I swam up to the side and rested one forearm on the lip of the pool. Reaching for the bottle of beer I had left as a reward for my twenty laps, I took a refreshing guzzle.
    I pointed my beer at Leigh. “What’s up with the smoothie? We’re on vacation.”
    “Hey, I put one of those little umbrellas in it,” she defended.
    “Doesn’t count,” I said.
    “We’ll be drinking at the bonfire. I need to pace myself. And, hello.” Leigh waved a magazine with one of the Kardashians on the cover in the air. “It’s not like I’m reading War and Peace.”
    “Only because I hid your Kindle,” piped in Storme.
    “Excellent idea,” I said, smiling as Leigh smacked Storme with the magazine. I took another pull of beer. “What time is it?” I asked.
    Storme picked up her phone. “Um, it’s 5:50.”
    It was 5:45 the last tine I asked. Since I wasn’t an Olympic swimmer I knew Sean was late and Storme was trying to spare my feelings. I was about to start another twenty laps when Sean let himself in from the gate that led to the beach. “Hello, ladies.”
    My heart jumped at the sight of him. With his hair tousled in a mess of waves, he looked like he’d come right from work. Had he been anxious to see me? From the lip of the pool, I introduced him to my friends.
    “Coming in?” I asked him before they could bombard him with questions. Or flirt with him. What was wrong with me? Storme and Leigh would never do that. But the