45

I ignore Briony, or at least I try to. But it’s very hard to act normal when I can still feel Reid’s hands on me like a phantom touch.

I need a distraction. Fast.

So I swim toward Briony’s float, reaching for the edge to flip her over.

“Don’t you dare,” she warns, lifting her sunglasses just enough to glare at me.

I grin. “You’re right. I’d hate to interrupt your important sunbathing time—”