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me.
    “Unless it starts to rain,” I point out. I still don’t believe him, not with the cloudless sky we’ve got overhead.
    “Right.” He picks one Frisbee up and tosses it into the air. “So. Frolf.”
    “Frolf,” I say. “How does it work?”
    “Easy. This whole island is a course. You see that tree over there?” He points to a thick spruce. “It has a blue flag tied to its trunk. That’s the first ‘hole.’ The point of the game is to hit the trunk in as few throws as possible. Like this.”
    He winds back and lets the Frisbee go. It flies straight at the tree. Then a gust of wind picks it up and forces it to go about ten feet wide.
    “Ouch,” I say, picking up the second Frisbee. “My turn?”
    “Please.”
    I position my feet in the ground. I bite my lip, take aim, and throw.
    The disk flies straight and true. It bounces off the trunk, just inches from the flag.
    I turn back and smile as sweetly as I can at Andrew. “So? How’d I do?”
     
    ***
     
    The next few hours pass in a flash. Andrew and I are laughing and flirting and teasing each other the whole way through. I turn out to be more of a challenge than he thought.
    The score is tied when we get to the final hole. Above us, the sky is just starting to darken.
    “Well, Paige, you’ve been a worthy adversary, but now it’s time for me to pull out the big guns. I’m not holding back this time.”
    “Getting a little cocky there, are we?” I ask. “All right. If you’re so confident, I think we should place a little wager on the outcome of this game.”
    “Please.” Andrew lowers his head and looks at me. “I don’t want to embarrass you.”
    “I’m a big girl, I can handle it.” I stick my tongue out at him. “Actually, I’m more worried about crushing your fragile ego.”
    “Like that will ever happen.”
    “We’ll see. What should we bet on?”
    Andrew considers things for a moment. “How about this? The winner of this throw—and the whole game—decides what we do next.”
    A little bit of diabolic excitement rises in me at the implication of his suggestion. It’s just the two of us on this island.
    “Deal,” I agree.
    “ But ,” Andrew continues, “we’ve got to make things a bit more interesting.”
    “More interesting?” I step up to him and look into his eyes. “How?”
    Andrew clears his throat. He’s not nervous, is he? “We throw at the same time,” he says. Nope. Must have been my imagination. “Standing across from each other.” He pauses. “With our eyes closed.”
    I laugh and break away. “Fine.”
    Andrew traces an imaginary line in the ground with his foot. “We start behind this line. Close our eyes. And throw. On the count of three. Ready? One… Two…”
    “Wait!” I call out. “If I close my eyes, how do I know that you’ll do the same?”
    Andrew looks hurt. “What, you don’t trust me?”
    “Not when there’s a bet on the line,” I tell him with a grin.
    “Fine.” He looks around, and, finding nothing, turns back to me. “Come here.”
    I walk over to him.
    “Turn around,” he says.
    I do. When he steps close to me, so close that I can feel the heat of his body against my back, my heart starts beating faster.
    “Here’s what we’ll do,” he murmurs, running his hands over my arms. I shiver slightly. “I’ll let you go first.” His voice is low and soft. “But, since I don’t trust you, and you don’t trust me, we’re going to help each other out a bit.” His hands cover my eyes. “I’m going to make sure you don’t peek. And when it’s my turn, you’ll do the same. Okay?”
    “Okay,” I swallow.
    “Ready?” Andrew asks.
    “Hold on.” I tug his hand down. “Let me see where I’m aiming, first.”
    “Take your time,” Andrew whispers. He keeps his body pressed against mine. Our hips are touching. I don’t want to go anywhere.
    Is it right to enjoy his closeness so much?
    I survey the ground before I nod. “Ready”
    Andrew’s hands move over