Lindsay knew she had it good. Her mom and dad were still married, still in love. They still had sex way too much, and she soooo didnât want to think about that. But at least they hadnât split like so many of her friendsâ parents had, and despite having dragged her on this vacation, they usually let her do her own thing and didnât gripe too much. They rarely yelled at her and didnât pull cheap stunts like snagging her cell phone as punishment (an art Kateâs mother had perfected).
âYour mom wants to go flea marketing tomorrow,â her dad said, before raising a fork full of corn to his mouth. He chewed and drank some wine. Then he said âYou feel like coming along, or do you want to check out the beach?â
Winnie the Pooh, Lindsay thought. Her dad looked like Winnie the Pooh. He had a round face, and when he smiled his cheeks pooched out. Hiseyebrows were really thin and neat, but the rest of his face was rounded and blunt. Pooh had been her favorite cartoon character when she was a little girl. Strange that sheâd never noticed the resemblance before.
He had his eyebrows arched and grinned like he was waiting for the punch line of a joke. Lindsay almost laughed at the expression.
âIâm going to hang here,â she said. Her dadâs smile faded into disappointment. âIâm going to be on panic alert with Kate until her party is over. Sheâs kind of counting on the long distance help. Iâll just hang and explore the beach or something. You guys have fun.â
âWe wonât be out long,â her mom said.
âCool,â Lindsay said. âIf the weather is still crappy, I can watch the box.â
âItâs supposed to be clear and warm,â her dad said. âIâll bet the beach will be swarming with kids.â
âWell, they better stay on the beach,â her mom said. âI donât want you bringing strangers into your uncleâs house unless weâre here to meet them.â
Lindsay rolled her eyes and put her fork down. âRight, because I want a bunch of slack-jawedmouth breathers to know where Iâm staying.â She smiled widely to show her parents she was just playing.
âYou might be surprised,â her dad said. âI told you the real estate market has been booming in this area. A lot of new people have moved in, and a lot of tourists are renting houses for the summer. Your uncle told me itâs quite the resort town these days.â
Sure , Lindsay thought. Itâs Cancún and Ibiza all rolled into one. Thatâs why thereâs a trailer park half a mile up the beach.
Still, she realized it was better than sheâd thought. There had been new shops downtown, and some of the houses were new and cool. And of course the bit of eye candy next door didnât hurt.
Though sheâd only caught a glimpse of him, she thought about the boy, wondered if he were visiting or if his parents owned the house. She reminded herself that she hadnât seen him very well. Close-up he might look like Freddy Krueger, or he might be old, like twenty-five or something. But she didnât think so. He might be a couple years older than her, and maybe he wasnât a total CWthrobber, but he could be.
âDid Uncle Lou say who owned the house next door?â Lindsay asked, making sure she sounded really casual.
âNo,â her dad said. âI know he was pretty upset when Don and Judy sold the place, but that was over a year ago. He hasnât said a word about the new owners.â
âAnd whatâs so interesting about the house next door?â her mom asked.
Lindsay knew she couldnât say anything about the boy without enduring her momâs goofy jokes about romance, so she didnât. âSomeone needs to introduce them to Total House Makeover ,â she said.
âIt could use a bit of renovation,â her dad agreed. âI noticed the porch was