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glossed lips smushed against her palms. She was chewing her fifth stick of gum of the day and watching backyard badminton. It was Team Peter and Kelsi versus Team Beth and George. Although it was a fair match, George and Beth were winning, mostly because Peter was clearly distracted. Whenever Kelsi took a swing with her racket, he followed every motion of her body as if she were Anna Kournikova.
    Ella tried to take her mind off her envy and put it toward better use—checking out Peter’s amazing body. He was wearing aqua-blue shorts and a tank top that had the word punk across the front. His tan arms were a little sweaty from the heat of the competition. She admired his athletic build, big calves, and the strong muscles in his back that flexed whenever he moved his arms an inch. He walked in a slow, deliberate way that just drove Ella wild. The smoothness of each one of his strides gave off this air of confidence that Ella had always felt in herself, but never really saw inanyone else. Every two seconds, Ella was thinking about what he might look like underneath his clothes. She couldn’t help herself.
    Up until he’d walked into the backyard about half an hour ago, the hottie singer from the party had almost become a memory to Ella. He hadn’t called Kelsi until this morning. And Ella hadn’t seen him for over a week, so she’d lost hold of the thing that had made him so irresistible to her that first night.
    Now it was all coming back to her.
    Ella reached for the tie of her leopard-pattern bikini top and readjusted the knot. She found herself wondering how she looked, which she usually never worried about. She wished Peter had come down to the beach earlier, when she had been lying on her stomach in her tiny bikini bottom, the back of her top untied and open. That might have convinced him to grease her up with Coppertone instead of seeking out Kelsi.
    “Good one,” Kelsi said, bending over to pick up a birdie that George had spiked hard against the ground. Peter playfully patted her on the butt as she bent over. She shot up awkwardly, her short blonde ponytail swinging, and darted a look toward the grownups. Beth’s dad was bent over the grill, laying raw pink burgers on the grate. Uncle Carr and Aunt Claire, Beth’s mom, and Ella and Kelsi’s dad—their parents were divorced, so the sisters spent the summers with their father—were at the table across the grass, too busy chatting to notice the innocent hanky-panky between Peter and Kelsi.
    Kelsi was always uptight and conservative when it came to public displays of affection. Ella chuckled at her sister’s prudish reaction. If Peter thought Kelsi was that kind of girl—the kind that let you touch her butt—he was sorely mistaken. Big sis hadgone out with her last boyfriend for two years and only let him get to third base. Two years . For Kelsi, who lived by the mantra “Let’s slow down,” the standard allowable butt-touching time was probably somewhere around six months. Ella, on the other hand, didn’t have those kinds of strict rules. In fact, she considered all rules to be rather flexible, especially if they interfered with having fun. And when it came to Peter, any and all types of restrictions or regulations could be easily thrown out the window.
    “Get ready, guys. The best burgers in the history of ground beef are about to be served,” Gary, Beth’s dad, pronounced from behind the grill. They had burgers at least three times a week at these cookouts, but Gary always got excited about it. And so did George, who was a big fan of Gary’s burgers. George abandoned the badminton game and leaned over the grill to watch Gary work.
    “You know, these things are cooking too slow, Gar,” he said. “You need some of this action.” Before anyone could figure out what he was doing, he picked up the lighter fluid beside the grill and squirted some into the coals. A huge flame leaped up. Everyone, including Ella, jumped back in fear.
    Beth stood