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getting a small shopping cart.
    "I think so. Maybe we'll just get
both. You know how Cindy gets about pairing up drinks with food." She
rolled her eyes playfully and walked beside me. "So, are you open to
finding a cute boy to snuggle up with?"
    "I don't know yet. Are there a lot of
single cute boys that you've seen?" I glanced over at her. Everyone knew
my story and that I'd been a loner for a few months on purpose.
    "Oh, yeah. We've met quite a few
people since getting here. I'm saving myself for that chocolate man that Cindy
mentioned." She snorted. "I seriously almost wrecked the damn boat
over him."
    "Was he that hot?" I lifted my
eyebrow and turned down the liquor aisle.
    "Let's just say that I had to check
to make sure my panties hadn't melted off." She shrugged and lifted her
hand to grab a bottle too high for me to reach. I wasn't short by most
standards, but up next to Dedra's six foot two frame, I felt like a small fry.
    "Wow. Maybe I need to meet this
guy." I knelt and picked out a bottle of white wine that looked good.
"Dearington Farms. Have you heard of this brand?"
    A masculine voice behind us startled me.
"It's local. The farm is just down the road, though I have no clue how
they grow grapes. It's hot as hell here." I turned to find a lanky guy
with dark brown hair and a warm smile. "I'm Clint. My folks own the big
house as you first pull into town. We're having a huge party tomorrow night to
welcome all the vacationers. The property off the back of the house is huge.
You guys are invited."
    He handed me a slip of paper and smiled
before walking off, not really waiting for a response.
    "Cool." I turned back to Dedra
and shrugged. "Looks like we're off to a good start. We've been invited to
the in-crowd."
    She rolled her eyes and took the paper
from me. "Everyone is invited, but it's still a party."

 
    Chapter 4
    Brody

 
 
    "Are we going dancing tonight?"
I licked at my fingers as we sat out on the patio, wrapping up lunch. There was
nothing better than a sausage fold-over slathered in mustard.
    "I'm down with whatever, but remember
tomorrow is that party up at Clint's place." Derek stretched out on a lawn
chair beside the table. "There should be a huge crowd, so maybe you'll
find one or two untapped women."
    I chuckled and lifted my eyebrow at him.
"I'm not looking for a virgin. You know that. I like my women capable and
aware of what they want."
    "I just meant untapped by you."
He winked at me before letting his head drop back.
    "I've been here three weeks. That
means I might have slept with…”
    "Twenty to thirty girls." Daniel
gave me a look as he adjusted his glasses.
    "Twenty to thirty?" Clay laughed
and stood up. "He's slowing down, then. I was thinking twenty days times
two to three girls a day..."
    "Fuck you guys." I picked up my
beer and drained it. "You could be cool like me. Just stop being so
selective."
    "Are you kidding me?" Clay
started to pick up plates. "I've not seen you with a woman who wouldn't be
perfect for playboy. None of the girls you're picking up are you just settling . You're an ass for
insinuating it."
    "I'm gonna be labeled an ass for
something, might as well be this." I finished my beer and burped as I got
up. "I'm taking the boat out. Anyone wanna go?"
    "I'm going to sleep. I got a date tonight
with that pretty number you scared with your itsy bitsy dick earlier." Derek
laughed and pulled his cowboy hat over his face.
    "Keep it up, big boy." I walked
to the house, leaving my trash on the table. Clay cleaned like a little old
lady. He'd get it for me.
    "I'll go if you promise not to repay
me for earlier." Daniel followed me into the house, carrying his plate and
a few beer bottles.
    "Why did you mention it again?"
Clay asked. "He wouldn't have remembered if you'd have kept your trap
shut."
    "You think that, and then we get out
there and he dumps my ass on Deker's Island with no way back." Daniel opened
the fridge and pulled out a six pack, lifting it up to me with a