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I also discovered a trip to the cays could be obtained for the right
price. I made a good wage serving as Joshie’s nanny. But before I could make my plans, Bray showed up.

He had just finished his freshman year in college at Florida State and hadn’t made his parents any promises about coming to Belize, so Sandra was more than thrilled to get the call that he was on his way.

“Are you excited to meet my brother?” Joshie asked after he’d dumped a bucket of shells on my lap to sift.

I held a shimmering oyster shell to the sun and watched the rainbow dance across it. “Of course I am.”

He squinted one eye. “My teacher said people begin sentences with ‘of course’ when they mean the opposite. Do you mean the opposite, Summer?”

I narrowed my gaze on him. “Of course I don’t.”

That elicited a smile. To drive my point home, I reached out and tickled his ribs. He squealed and ran a few steps away, slinging sand into my face.

I sputtered, then clamped my hand over my chest and feigned a heart attack. He laughed more. Joshie was a great kid. And way too perceptive. To tell the truth, I
wasn’t
looking forward to meeting his older brother. Sandra, her husband Markus, Joshie, and I had settled into a nice rhythm. I really wasn’t interested in shaking up our dynamic.

Joshie dropped beside me on the sand and tugged on my prone, heart-attack body, complete with tongue hanging out the side of my mouth. “Where do you live when you’re not living with us?” He pulled my arm, wedging his feet into the sand for a solid grip. The sand had no concept of personal space. Neither did Joshie.

I sat up and began drawing a primitive map of Florida on the ground beside us. “Here’s Naples.”

“That’s where we live,” he said.

My finger trailed due north. “Here’s Sarasota. That’s where I live.”

“Do you have other kids you watch in Sara —”

“Sarasota,” I finished for him. “No. I just finished high school.”

He stared at me hard for a few seconds. “I think you’re worried Bray won’t like you.”

I couldn’t care less if Bray did or didn’t like me. I ruffled Joshie’s hair. “I’m just scared he’s going to try to take you away from me. Who will bring me seashells and make me wildflower necklaces if you’re busy with your big brother?”

Joshie turned sullen, hands fumbling with the drawstring on his brightly colored Hawaiian print swim shorts. “You won’t tell him I make flower necklaces, will you?”

“Not if you won’t tell him I burp when no one else is around.”

Joshie’s laughter filled the air, his little boy cheeks rosy. “You do not.”

“I’m thinking about starting.”

“You’re silly, Summer.” Yep. That was me. One big ball of laughs. I had laughed a lot since arriving in Belize. Smart, precocious ten-year-olds could do that for you. Through Joshie, I experienced the whole world with brand-new eyes. And the world was a brighter place than I remembered.

Until Bray arrived.

Bray

Mom stood at the back door, yelling for Joshie to come in. I’d just arrived, and already she was changing everyone’s routine. That was her. She spun from the door, her salon-lightened hair flying around her, face awash with excitement. Words bubbled from her mouth, but I just wanted to climb the stairs and get into bed. She paused long enough to ask me something. It was about dinner.

“No, I’m not hungry.” Sleep. I needed sleep. Between Nick’s party, the plane ride, and the killer headache that kept pounding my temple, I just wanted a bed.

She continued yammering about reservations at Monroe’s — which was one of my favorite restaurants, something I’d normally jump at — but I’d run into Cory at the airport. “Can’t tonight, Mom. Cory is having a party.” Besides, I was committed to doing the whole
family
thing for the summer. I should get one night of real fun first.

Her head quirked to the side. “I didn’t think the Wilsons were going to be here for a few more days.”

I grinned, visions of island girls dancing in my head. “They aren’t. Hence the party.”

My dad slapped my shoulder. “We can manage dinner without you. Just glad you got here. If the Wilsons aren’t going to be there, you boys make sure you stay out of trouble.”

They both seemed happy. Dad, in his Tommy Bahama shirt and linen shorts, trying not to look like a businessman, and Mom trying not to seem disappointed that I was ditching on the first night there. They didn’t think I knew what was going on, but I’d overheard a conversation between them during spring break. This would be our last trip as a family. For Joshie’s sake, I knew I had to come — and make it the best family vacation ever. Even if there had been other offers to keep me busy for the summer. Like Katie VanBuren. Though I wouldn’t have spent the summer with her family in the Hamptons. Katie was like one of those synthetic drugs wrapped in a colorful package, but instead of the promised fun, she was toxic. I’m not even sure why the two of us hit it off when we first met at a party on campus. She was a senior and I was just a freshman. We’d hung out a couple times, but after a party on a sailboat, I avoided Katie. I’d started calling her Katie Plague in my mind.

“Oh, here they come.” Mom spun to the back door then back again. All that nervous energy, I half expected her to start bouncing up and down Tigger-style.

I glanced past her. Ugh. “I thought you hired a teenage girl to take care of Josh.”

Mom cast a frown. “We did.”

Clearly, they hadn’t. Which ticked me off, because if I was going to make this a memorable family trip, I’d be spending a lot of time with the new nanny. The woman walking behind Josh was dusting sand from a long skirt. In that shapeless floral dress, she looked middle-aged, fresh from the grocery store or maybe teaching in a classroom. I’d be mad if someone put me in her care. Mousy brown hair flew in the wind and tangled in front of her face. Josh beamed and slid his hand into hers. Well, okay. Little Man actually liked the school teacher. Of course, Little Man liked school. She was probably the librarian. I’d expected a blond ball of teen hotness, and instead we got Suzy schoolteacher.

They stepped inside, and I realized the face didn’t match the outfit once all that brown mess was gathered at the back of her neck. Her eyes were on me. Scared eyes. Okay, maybe not scared, but apprehensive.
Whoa
. She was actually young.

Why would anyone under the age of fifty dress like that? She probably lost a bet.

The question was still rolling around in my head when Josh jumped into my arms. We greeted each other, and it was great to feel him squeezing my neck and talking so fast that my ears burned.

Then, Mom introduced me to the girl.

Summer

It’s not that I wanted Bray to give me any attention. But he looked right through me while Mrs. Garrison introduced us. His dad actually nudged Bray’s shoulder to get him to stick a hand out in greeting. I shook it, mumbling how it was nice to meet him. His eyes darted to mine for less than half a second, and he almost quirked a smile before he looked away.

Less than half a second. Don’t get me wrong; I was used to being invisible to this kind of guy. And though I loathed people who stereotyped, Bray was exactly what I’d expected. Spoiled little rich boy in his designer shirt, shorts, and deck shoes. Already tan, looking like a model, and obnoxiously stuck-up. His dark blue eyes matched his father’s, but where Markus’s were kind, Bray’s seemed steel-hard. On top of everything, he had sandy-colored hair cut in a style just long enough to look perfect, probably even in a wind tunnel.

Sandra and Markus were so sweet it was difficult to see how they’d spawned such a jerk. When I say he looked at me for half a second, I mean that much at best. His eyes didn’t even focus. They hadn’t had time. It was like having to look at a train crash and knowing you didn’t want to see the horrific carnage.

He turned completely away from me and started talking to his dad. “So, I’m gonna grab a shower and crash for a couple hours, then head over to Cory’s.”

Mrs. Garrison spoke up. “Oh, Bray! You should take Summer. She hasn’t made any friends since we got here.”

My face burned. She didn’t
mean
anything by that, but word choice was everything. What really struck me was the horror that washed over Bray at the mention of taking me. I almost wanted to agree with Sandra just to torture him.

I cleared my throat. “I’d love to, Mrs. Garrison, but I can’t tonight. I promised Joshie we would stay up late and map stars.”

“Don’t want to miss that, do you, munchkin?” Bray added, just to cement the prior commitment.

“Not tonight, Joshie.” Mr. Garrison ruffled the boy’s hair. “If you’re playing golf with me in the morning, you need to be in bed by nine.”

Panic set in. For both of us. I could practically feel Bray’s plans of an island girl hook-up dissolving around him. He chewed the inside
of his cheek. “Honestly, I don’t really know how much of a party it will be. Cory just got here and . . .” And what? He was scrambling.

“All the better,” Mrs. Garrison said. “A more intimate gathering will be great for Summer to get to know some of the kids on the island.”

My throat went dry. “Mrs. Garrison?”

“Sandra.” She ran her hands through all that blond hair that had lightened since we arrived, making her even more beautiful. “I’ve told you a thousand times to call me Sandra.” A perfect smile did its best to warm me, but frozen blood was difficult to thaw.

“Sandra,” I started to explain, but what could I say? I glanced from her to Markus to Bray and back. They were the beautiful people. Even little Joshie. Mrs. Garrison had maintained her sweetness through the beauty, but not everyone was like her. “I’m sure Bray’s friends are all very nice, but I just don’t think I’d fit in there.”

I said it. As delicately and gently as I could. She had to agree.

A diamond-studded hand waved through the air. “Nonsense. They’re just young people. All barely graduated from high school or finished with their first year of college. It will be good for you to get out, Summer. You’ve been here for weeks and haven’t done anything for yourself.”

I’m here working
, I wanted to remind her.
I didn’t take the position to have fun and hang out with friends.
I looked to Joshie for help.

“No big deal, Summer. The stars aren’t going anywhere. We can look at them tomorrow night.”

Was the entire world against me? I had one ally: Bray. I met his gaze to find him staring at me, but I couldn’t track his thoughts. Emotion carefully hidden. He worked the muscle in his jaw a few times, eyes scorching me. He sighed, and an instant later he flashed a charming smile.

“Sure. Yeah, it’ll be good.” But that smile didn’t reach his eyes, and I knew he blamed me for ruining his first night on the island.

Stupid,
stupid
boys. He’d suffer one night. I’d suffer as long as my memory retained how I was treated by the pretty people at a party I didn’t even want to attend. Again.

“Can’t wait,” I said, swallowing the lump in my throat.

Sandra beamed and clasped her manicured fingers together. “Great! You two will have so much fun.”

Three hours later, I stared into my closet wondering why all my clothes looked the same. In celebration of my new job, I’d shopped for cotton dresses and skirts and, at the time, thought I’d gotten a great variety. But now they all looked like carbon copies. The blousy tops were pastel shades of soft cotton, and I really liked them until I thought about everyone going to this stupid party and all the girls dressed in too-short shorts and tight tops. I’d stick out like a sore thumb, which, by the way, is exactly how I felt.

I spun from the closet and headed to Bray’s room to tell him I wasn’t going. Public humiliation was not part of the job description. I stomped to the door and raised my hand to knock. Sandra’s face — so alight with excitement — entered my mind, and though I tried to forcibly remove her, I couldn’t. I dropped my hand and started to turn, but could hear Bray talking.

“Dude, it’s not like I planned it.”

A pause. He must be on the phone.

“She’s not hot. Trust me. She’s like the girl you get to tutor you through English lit.” He laughed. “So, what about Vince’s cousin, you know, that geek-dude who was here last year? They’d hit it off.”

Anger began a slow simmer inside my stomach. He was planning to pass me off once we reached the party.

“Well, you gotta come up with someone to entertain her, ’cause I met this chick at the airport.”

Heat flashed across my exposed skin.

“She won’t just hang, because she doesn’t know anyone here. She’ll be following me around like that weird chick at my high
school. What was her name?” He snapped his fingers. “Oh yeah, Bernice.”

A pause. “No, I know she’s not psycho, dude, or my parents wouldn’t have hired her to take care of little man. She’s just vanilla, you know? Blank. Not ugly, just nonexistent.”

A sudden rush of fever across my forehead and nausea roiling my stomach took me captive. Slowly, I turned from his door. My nose tingled as I moved away, which was really annoying because I knew, I’d
always
known, what guys like Bray thought of girls like me. Nevertheless, something about hearing it — right from his mouth — hurt. It shouldn’t have. But the shame manifested in the pseudo-flu racking my body.

Once I made it to my room, I closed the door behind me and blinked tears away as I stared up at the fan blades. My thumbnails found their way to one another in front of me and scraped together, a nervous habit I’d obtained last summer. It didn’t help.

Whoosh
,
whoosh
,
whoosh
. The blades of the ceiling fan continued to go ’round and ’round, drying the tracks of tears on my cheeks. No matter how long I watched, the blades would continue. No matter what I did, Bray was Bray. And I was Summer. And we wouldn’t change from who we were. I looked at my closet, door swung open, inviting. There were thousands of Brays in the world. And thousands of Summers. I couldn’t be afraid of him. If I was, I’d live my whole life in fear of the pretty people. What better place to conquer the beast? Here, where I knew no one and after this trip would never have to see any of them again. I pushed the Bray-flu aside.

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