Dead Ringers: Volumes 1-3 by Darlene Gardner

Author:Darlene Gardner
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: paranormal romance, supernatural romance, young adult romance, mystery romance, books like twilight, occult and supernatural, new adult romance

CHAPTER SEVEN

The sun blazes from a sky free of clouds early Sunday afternoon. The glare off the sand is so blinding, I wouldn’t be able to tell that Becky is making her incredulous face without my sunglasses. I take off the glasses. It doesn’t help. I can still read Becky’s mind.

“You’re in way over your head with Max,” Becky says.

Yep, I’m right about what she’s thinking.

Becky and I sit side by side on black beach blankets. Mine feature zombies, hers vampires. I rearrange myself, covering some rotting flesh. I should have bummed a ride from Max instead of calling Becky.

This lack of wheels thing is getting me down.

In the surf, Julian runs through ankle-deep water toward his friend Tommy. Mom ambushed me on the way out the door and practically ordered me to take Julian to the beach with us. Tommy’s mom sets up her beach chair nearby facing where the boys are playing.

“I thought I needed somebody to take my mind off Hunter,” I say.

“You do! But not somebody with baggage.”

“My baggage is as heavy as Max’s baggage.” I’ll have to break the news to Becky about me and Max sometime. Might as well do it now. “We’re going out.”

She thumps me on the arm. Hard. “Get outta here!”

“It’s true.” Well, sort of true. But if I can get Becky to believe it, everybody else will. I shove aside the guilt that I’m not being completely honest with my best friend. “Adair’s back with Hunter, so why not?”

“That’s not a good reason.”

“How about this one?” I cast around for something Becky will buy. “Max is hot.”

“Again, not a good reason.”

“Isn’t that why you’re into Porter?”

“Maybe I’m into Porter because he’s the strong, silent type.”

I whistle softly. “He also looks damn good without his shirt.”

“Porter’s here?” She practically shrieks.

“Over there.” I nod to the emptiest part of the beach, which is still pretty full.

Becky’s head whips around so fast her ponytail flies. “Wow! He looks great.”

“So do you.”

She’s wearing a canary yellow two-piece that highlights her tan and blond hair.

“Go over there and get him. This is your chance, Becks.”

Her muscles bunch like she’s about to spring to her feet, but she doesn’t move. “You already know I’m holding out until Porter puts the moves on me.”

“Because of the you chase him until he catches you thing? Where’d you hear that?” There’s only one logical answer. “Your mom, right?”

“She knows what she’s talking about. That’s how she got Dad to fall for her.”

“Back in the nineties,” I point out.

“It’s worth a try,” Becky argues. “Porter’s not just any guy. He’s the guy.”

“So make him notice you. Strut your stuff. If he doesn’t look up from his book, kick some sand his way by accident.”

“That’s not a bad idea.”

“It’s a great idea.”

“Okay.” Becky leaps to her feet. “Wish me luck.”

“Always.”

Becky’s not bad at strutting her stuff. If the strip of sand between me and Porter was a runway, people would applaud. Porter doesn’t even glance up. He must be reading one damn good book.

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