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Especially since breaking up with Jamie.”
    “It’s taboo,” she says.
    “Yes, very much so and even though it was wrong I enjoyed it way more than I should have.”
    The guards call adult swim and the kids scatter. Our girls grab a snack and head to the playground. “I’ll be back in a minute,” I tell Finley. The three waters I consumed this morning are about to burst my bladder. I pass Carter and the other guards as I duck into the bathhouse.
    I’m behind the closed bathroom door when I hear two other women come in. The stall doors slam and latch beside me and one says to the other. “Did you see him today?”
    “How could I not see him?” the other woman replied. They’re definitely women. Not teenagers. “He’s gorgeous. It was all I could do not to squeeze his ass when he bent over to pick up my pool bag.”
    Both women laugh and I freeze in the stall.
    “I’ve signed Martin up for another session of swim lessons. It gives me an excuse to talk to him.”
    “Debbie, you’re married!” Ah, the Bikini Mom. Should’ve known.
    “So, ” she laughs. “I can look. What Roger doesn’t know won’t hurt him, plus you know things have been tense between us lately. A little something on the side may be exactly what I need.”
    I clamp a hand over my mouth. Holy shit. This woman wants to cheat on her husband with Aqua-Man. Holy. Shit.
    “I don’t know Debbie. He’s been checking out that babysitter. I think he’s into her.”
    Wait what? I hold my breath and press my ear to the wall.
    “Maybe, but that just gives me more ammo. Why go for a tiger cub when you can have a cougar?”
    The two women giggle like hyenas and I hear the water running at the sink. A minute later they walk out the door and I’m left alone in the bathroom fighting an odd sense of jealousy and rage. Did that woman in her too tight, overly made-up, too obvious way really think she could get Carter to pay attention to her? Because gross. He’s better than that. But I also know he’s a guy and would he really turn her down?
    I wait a couple more minutes before leaving the bathroom. Back on the pool deck I pretend not to care when I hear her fake, high-pitched laugh near the guard office. She is not going to win Aqua-Man.

 
    Chapter 8
    Unfor tunately, I don’t get my chance to make a move. Neither does she. He disappears for the next three days.
    “Vacation?” Finley suggests.
    “Maybe.”
    “I never realized how boring it is without him here.”
    “Right?”
    Luck is with us the next day because he’s back, even though something’s off. He sticks to the shade and walks gingerly around the pool. Much to our dismay he keeps his shirt on. Oh, and he looks like he’s going to puke.
    “Is he sick?” I wonder.
    Finley narrows her eyes and studies him. He’s hovering near the shade, keeping away from the sun. “Oh my god!” she exclaims. “He’s hung over.”
    “Really? Do you think?”
    It’s not a shock that he drinks. Most teenagers do. I did. And he’s going off to college this fall.
    Finley shakes her head. “Poor kid. He looks like he got run over by a keg of shitty-watered down beer with tequila chasers.”
    “Been there, done that.”
    During adult swim, he wanders over to the side of the pool alone and sits on the diving board ladder with his head in his hands. I make a rash decision and tell Finley, “I’ll be back in five minutes. Watch the girls, okay?”
    “Where are you going?”
    “Five minutes.”
    It takes me eight, but the McDonald’s is just around the corner. When I come back he’s leaning against the wrought iron fence surrounding the pool. Even with a green complexion , he’s still hot.
    “Eat and drink this,” I instruct, handing him the bag containing two large fries and a massive Coke.
    “What?”
    “Hangover cure. And when you’re finished get in the pool. It’s too hot out here. It’s making it worse. The cold water will make you feel better.”
    He takes the bag and looks