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big one. Use my name.” I walked out from
behind the bar. “I’m going to go change.”
    “Changing? Oh, this is going to be good.”
    “Do you have to have an annoying response to
everything I say?”
    “Wow. Grouchy much?”
    “I’m not grouchy.” I put a hand on my hip.
“Just tired.”
    “I thought you told Brody you wanted to have
fun.”
    “I do.”
    “Then snap out of it. See you in five.” Macon
started toward the front of the restaurant.
    The only info I got about our plans was to
wear a swimsuit. You know you trust your roommates when you put on
a bikini with no idea where you’ll be swimming. I adjusted the
triangles on my blue floral bikini top. I didn’t have tons to
cover, but that didn’t mean I wanted to take a chance of flashing
Macon or Brody—or anyone else we’d be swimming with. I put my black
work shirt and skirt over it.
    I pulled my hair down, but quickly changed my
mind. The humidity at the beach made my already somewhat frizzy
hair out of control. Thankfully, some good products and a hair tie
solved most of the problem. Macon and Brody were waiting for me out
front when I finished
    Macon whistled. “Okay, now I really have to
call you sexy.”
    “I’m wearing exactly what I was wearing two
minutes ago.”
    “It’s different when I know you’re wearing a
bikini underneath.”
    “How do you know that? It could be a full
piece. Besides, you’ve seen me in a bikini a million and one
times.”
    “First, do you even own a full piece? Second,
a million and one? A million isn’t sufficient?” He held open the
passenger door of his Accord for me. Brody was in the back.
    “No, but I could have one.”
    “Stop arguing.”
    “Hey, Brody. You didn’t have to give up the
front.”
    “Yeah, I did.”
    I laughed. “If this is more of the gentleman
argument, I get your point.”
    “I’m just being polite.”
    I let it go. “Where are we going?” I buckled
my seatbelt as Macon pulled out of the lot.
    “You’ll see.” Macon smiled at Brody in the
rearview mirror.
    We didn’t get far. We got stuck in a line of
traffic trying to turn into a parking lot. The whole group must
have been together or lost. There wasn’t much to do in that
shopping center late at night. I didn’t dare voice my question out
loud. Macon would nag me about whether I wanted to join their
orgy.
    Macon honked the horn, and I slunk down in my
seat slightly. Tourists didn’t usually take well to his “I’m always
in a rush” attitude.
    Thankfully, the cars finished turning and we
sped back up to forty-five.
    We pulled into the marina, and I got
suspicious. “We aren’t taking out the boat, are we?”
    “You make it sound like that would be a bad
thing.”
    “It is if you lose your job. I doubt you’re
supposed to touch it at night if you don’t have a scheduled dive.”
Macon was a dive master. There weren’t too many scuba stores out as
far as Corolla, but Macon managed to find one to work at. The job
was temporary, just a break before he went back to school for his
MBA. On the outside, Macon didn’t appear driven, but he’d planned
to take over his uncle’s business for as long as I could
remember.
    “It’s fine. It’s a whole different experience
to go out at night.”
    “Go out at night? You don’t mean dive at
night, do you?”
    Brody opened my door for me since I hadn’t
moved from my seat. “Yeah. We figured it was time you tried
one.”
    “I only got scuba certified last month. It’s
not like I’ve been putting it off for years. Besides, shouldn’t we
do it when you already have a night dive scheduled?”
    “Then it wouldn’t be bonding.”
    “Oh. I didn’t realize this was a roommate
bonding experience.” I stupidly followed Brody and Macon to the
boat. “Does this constitute stealing? If so, it’s a felony offense,
and I’m not going to jail.” A voice in the back of my head nagged
me that it would keep me out of med school if I reapplied. Hearing
that voice made