She was perched on the other bed glaring at me, and she looked a little confused and a lot mad. So pretty much typical Reese. “Ryan called. He wants breakfast.” “Okay.” I rubbed my face and stared at the clock. Blurry. I gave my eyes another rub. Less blurry. “What time is it?” “One.” “Where are ...
I called back to shore where Reese and Kerry were wading into the water. Ryan pulled up on his Jet Ski next to me. “Yeah. Where you been?” he called to them. They both blushed then Reese yelled back, “Changing into our suits.” At least someone was getting laid. “Put on your life jackets and come ...
No relying on planes to get me somewhere. No selling bright shiny metal to get there faster. No girl to hold my hand. No boy to watch my back. I’d spent a few hours on the beach waiting for the sun to come up. When it did, my eyes were drier and I was almost sober. That would have to count as sle...