Serena crowed. “Was I right or what?” It was Sunday morning, and as usual, Maria was with her sister on the back porch while their mom was finishing up breakfast. Their father was walking Copo, who was fluffed and clean, with a pink bow near her ear. “I didn’t say I liked him,” Maria answered. “I said he was interesting.” “But you also said you’re meeting him today. In your bikini.” “I’m not going to be wearing my bikini while I’m paddleboarding.” “Why not?” “Because I’m not you, okay? It would make me uncomfortable.” “Well, you better show some skin, because believe me, you’re going to want him to take his shirt off. The whole sneaking-a-peek thing needs to work both ways.” “I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.” “You’re right.
