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parents’ home to check up on her and see if she’s taking her medication for depression, I hardly see Drew and Rachel much these days. They’re busy, and I don’t live at home now that I’m at Stanford. Drew and I are close, but after last summer, it is as though there is a wall of ice between us. I should be happy seeing him again after a few days, but I’m not. Why is he here with Summer?
    “I can say the same about you,” I say, getting up from the sofa. “And why are you and Summer both dripping wet? You two go for a swim?”
    Drew looks over at Summer, and she laughs. “As a matter of fact, we did go for a swim.”
    Drew hands a towel to Summer, and she takes it, wiping her hair with it. I can’t help staring at her as she does it. With every movement of her arms, it looks like her bikini top can come undone at any given time. And like any red-blooded male, I wouldn’t want to miss the show. But then again, this is Summer, I’m getting hot and bothered over, feeling shameful and a little dirty. My Summer from every summer before.
    “Here,” I say, aware that Drew is staring at her in the same way I am. “Let me help you.” I take one of the towels from Drew and go to stand behind Summer, wrapping her hair into the towel and wringing the wetness out of it. I can smell the sweet jasmine and honeysuckle scent of hers when I’m this close. The smell intoxicates me, and I can see that I’m leaning in closer to her until my chest is pressed against the small of her back.
    I have Summer’s head wrapped in a towel now, and she rests her head against my chest, closing her eyes. “Hmm, that feels good,” she says. “Your fingers have worked wonders on my scalp. When did you learn to massage heads like that?”
    I could have burst out laughing at that the innocence of that comment, but my mind is too entrenched in the gutter thinking of not-so-innocent images it conjures up.
    Drew is hiding a smirk too, and I could tell where my little bro’s mind has gone, too. Poor Summer. Caught between the sandwich of two devious and devilish Donovan brothers.
    “He learned how to massage heads like that a long time ago when he discovered he has one,” Drew says.
    The look on Summer’s face as she turns the shade of red matching my t-shirt, is priceless. Sweet because that blush shows how innocent she is, and sexy because that blush is the same kind that shows up when a girl is passionately in the throes of sex. “Oh, I see,” she says. “Does everything have to boil down to that?”
    Drew nods. “For the most part with guys like us, yes.”
    I say, “Especially with guys like us.” Drew and I look at each other. At least we have that male bonding understanding between us.
    Summer grabs a pillow from the sofa and throws it at me, hitting me square in the jaw. It knocks my head back a little, and I’m even sure if Summer has thrown harder, I will be headless by now.
    “That,” Summer says, “is how to get your mind out of the gutter.
    Drew is laughing. “Nat, don’t feel bad. It’s not every day that you get thrown at and nearly decapitated by one of America’s hottest rising volleyball player, Summer Jones.”
    Summer is blushing big time now. “Drew, I was going to tell Nat.”
    “Tell me what?” I ask Summer, looking at her and then at Drew.
    “That I won a scholarship to USC playing college volleyball,” Summer says almost as if embarrassed by it.
    “Wow, that’s great!” I say, reaching for her and pulling her in for a big hug. “That’s big news alright.”
    “Here’s the bigger surprise,” Drew says. “Even Mom and Dad don’t know yet.”
    “Spill,” I say, getting impatient with Drew. “Is it something I have to tell Mom and Dad?”
    “They’ll find out soon enough,” Drew says grinning.
    “Is that the reason why you’re here?” I asked.
    “One reason,” Drew says and his expression changes from that cocky grin to a look of tenderness. He’s looking at Summer, and I can