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us in a faux intimate atmosphere. It was just him and me like the first two stars appearing up in a night sky, alone in a vast universe. My skin prickled. Say nothing. Wait until he spoke.
    My mouth opened. “You’re sparkling hot.”
    He focused more intently on me if that were possible. “I’m what?”
    “Sparkling hot. Like Edward, the vampire.”
    His eyes widened. “No.”
    “Yeah.”
    “That’s not a thing we’re saying.”
    I waved my phone at him and felt a small bit of euphoria. “Yeah. It is. I’m going to tweet it.” I pretended to type. “Saw Max, the sparkling hot actor, at the club.”
    Max grabbed my wrist to stop the tweet. His fingers were warm and strong. My heart sped up. He smiled as if he knew my feelings. “Then what happened?”
    “He said he’d pose for me.”
    “No. He didn’t.”
    “He kissed me.”
    Max moved closer and lowered his head. His gaze was intent, a hunter making his move. I tingled in anticipation.
    Sax rapped out a drumbeat, ruining the moment. “Let’s take the party out to the pier for a quick cruise. We’ve been cooped up inside too long.”
    The model cocked her lean hips and shook her head in playful refusal, a tried and true trick to entice a guy. “Inside’s where it’s at.”
    Sax paused and his eyes, lined with black eyeliner, flickered up. “I’ll let you drive my boat.”
    The brunette flipped her hair. “I’ll go.”
    By some unspoken group decision, all the VIPs headed toward the door and we went with them.
     
    ***
     
    The wind carried the smell of the Pacific Ocean over the decks and blew the ends of the robe I wore over my borrowed pink bikini. Only Kate, Marissa, and I put robes over our swimsuits. It was cold out here at night. The models didn’t care; they wore their unmentionables instead of borrowing from the supply of suits on the boat. Though admittedly, the brunette’s gold bra covered as much as my bikini top. The design made me think of the website Justin favored when he was shopping for Lorene instead of working on his art projects. Stringed sequins floated down from the bra strap in swirls. It was not like a bra from the mall. I hadn’t learned the model’s name, but I’d eased up on thinking of her as The Skank because she’d dropped away from Max and attached herself to Cal.
    The motion of the boat altered as the engines slowed.
    “We’re dropping anchor any second.” Sax stared out at the darkness, and his face lit up. “I want in.” He sang a line about a fish and a hook and a girl that he took with perfect pitch.
    Max put both hands on the rail, glanced at me and then out at the water. “This is not happening.”
    The cool night air blew over me, and I covered my bare legs with the robe. “What’s not happening?”
    Max hooked his finger in my knotted belt and tugged me in front of him. “You and me.”
    A rush hit me. The wind whipped over us, freeing strands of my hair from its braid. I used the excuse of tucking my hair back before responding. I nodded toward the brunette who was pretending she wasn’t staring at us. “Is she your girlfriend?”
    “No. I’ve been out with her twice, but we’re done. I don’t go out with girls more than twice.”
    I narrowed my eyes, checking his face for sincerity. “You’re kidding.”
    “No. They get ideas.”
    Max needed training. These California girls had let him get away with far too much. I leaned back and braced against the solid hand rail. “By quitting early, you miss out.”
    “You don’t have to wait for the third date to have sex.”
    “OMG. I didn’t mean sex.” I lowered my voice. “You have sex by date two? Before you’re in a relationship with a girl?”
    Max didn’t answer.
    “Then you’ve never really loved.”
    He flinched and squinted into the distance. “I have three rules.”
    As little as he talked, I’d have thought he’d have only one. “Spill.”
    Max took a swig of his beer and pointed the bottle at me. “No nice girls.