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shakes up the small, tight-knit community. Very Footloose. ”
    “I don’t think I’ll be shaking anything up,” Jason said. “Or dancing like Kevin Bacon.”
    “You never know. Maybe you’ll end up being the hero of DeVere Heights,” Adam joked.
    Jason stepped through the open door into Brad’s house and surveyed the scene. “I don’t know, it looks like a typical party to me. No one in need of heroics.”
    Adam sighed. “Then I’ll go to Plan B: find a girl to film. Point a camera at a girl and she’s your new best friend. “He clapped Jason on the back and waded into the crowd of kids at the large bar in the living room. Jason headed for the back door instead. He wanted to see the beach part of the beach house.
    The wide French doors led out to a perfectly manicured lawn surrounding an enormous, lagoon-shaped pool with a hot tub at one end. The hot tub overflowed in a waterfall into the main pool, and a couple was making out under the spray. Eight other people crowded into the steaming hot tub, giggling and kissing. Two girls floated on lounge chairs in the pool while a few guys splashed around in the water beside them.
    Jason followed a stone path lit with five-foot-high tiki torches. The path wound around the pool and through a thicket of fruit trees heavy with flowers. Voices floated on the warm summer air—from people hiding in the darkness under the trees. Probably making out where they could get some privacy, Jason figured. So far, he wasn’t too impressed. Sure, the house was nice, but the party seemed like any other party he’d ever been to.
    Then he stepped out of the little orchard—and gasped. He stood on the edge of a tall bluff. The Pacific Ocean spread out in front of him. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver path across the water and right up to Jason’s feet.
    “You don’t get that in Michigan,” he murmured.
    A tangy, vanilla scent drifted by on the warm breeze. Jason’s heartbeat sped up. Sienna. He didn’t even have to turn around to know she’d come up the path behind him—he recognized her perfume.
    “Welcome to California,” she said. “Nice view, huh?”
    “Yeah.” He kept his eyes on the ocean. He knew she’d be a pretty nice view as well. But he wasn’t the kind of guy who went after someone else’s girlfriend. And not looking at her sure helped him stay that way.
    “Have you seen the beach yet?” Sienna asked.
    “Uh…no. I thought maybe this was the beach.”
    “Do you see any sand?”
    “No,” Jason acknowledged. “But the water’s at least fifty feet below us. I thought maybe the whole ‘beach house’ thing was a euphemism.”
    Sienna snorted. “We don’t do euphemisms. Coming up with clever wordplay would take valuable time away from the grooming and shopping that is essential to SoCal life. You’ve heard how vain and materialistic we are out here, right?” she joked. “When we say ‘beach house,’ we mean it. Come on.”
    She led the way over to a jumble of rocks on the edge of the cliff. In the middle of a boulder a deep step had been cut. Jason peered over Sienna’s shoulder to see a steep stairway plunging down the side of the cliff. In the moonlight he could make out a stretch of pale sand below. “Looks dangerous,” he said.
    Sienna shot him an amused look. “Sometimes dangerous is worth it,” she said.
    They don’t do euphemisms. But do they do double entendres ? Jason wondered. Was Sienna trying to tell him something? He shoved the thought out of his head and followed her.
    She skipped down the steps as if she’d done it a million times. She probably had, Jason knew. Adam had told him that Sienna and Brad had been together since they were freshmen. She must’ve spent a lot of time at his place.
    When they reached the beach, Sienna slipped out of her sandals and took off across the sand barefoot. Jason pulled off his Tevas and left them in a pile of other shoes at the foot of the steps. He looked around at the soft