Fan Art by Tregay Sarah

Author:Tregay, Sarah [Tregay, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Katherine Tegen Books
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

When we’re back in my car and driving into town, Mason points me to the marina parking lot. I pull in but don’t cut the engine.

“The marina?” I ask.

He doesn’t answer but flips open his cell as if checking the time. Then he gets out of the car.

I hurry to put it in first and set the parking brake. I wiggle the keys from the ignition and open my door. “Mace?” I ask.

“Could you open the trunk?” he asks.

I get out and unlock it.

Mason sheds his long-sleeve shirt and tosses it in the trunk. He has a T-shirt underneath—white and new. And even though I had told myself I wouldn’t drool over Mason, I admit I like the way it looks. See, Mason and Gabe share the same closet. The new clothes usually start life on Gabe’s side and migrate to Mason’s after they’ve shrunk or Gabe outgrew them. And the spotless, white, still-has-creases-from-being-folded T-shirt? It makes Mason’s skin look darker and his smile brighter.

Then he unzips his backpack and pulls out a pair of shorts.

He’s already wearing shorts, so I am completely lost—which must show on my face because Mason can’t keep a straight face any longer.

“You are so bad at surprises, Jamie,” he says, and starts laughing.

“A surprise?” I ask. “What kind of surprise?”

“Duh! A marina kind!”

This makes no sense.

He puts his bag and cell phone in the trunk and shuts it.

“A marina surprise?” I ask, following him inside.

At the counter he tells the woman, “Jet Ski rental under Viveros.”

I’m still processing this as she smiles and says, “Yes, I have your paperwork right here. Have you rented from us before?”

“No. First time.”

“Well, welcome!” she says before delving into the page of details, how much it costs, and how we need to watch a short movie about safety.

And it sinks in. Mason rented a Jet Ski and we are going to take it out on the lake. Which is very cool, but at the same time, very expensive.

Mason nudges me. “You excited yet?”

“Yeah,” I say. “For a second there, I thought you were going to pull a Frank and rent a canoe.”

“And paddle in circles all day?” Mason asks, remembering the day Frank took us canoeing. “Never again.”

We watch the video. And after I change into the shorts Mason brought for me, and we both ditch our socks and sneakers, the marina employee hands each of us a life jacket. We zip and buckle as we follow her out the door to the dock.

Stopping at a red Jet Ski, she says, “Here you go! Full tank. It’s yours for an hour.”

Mason steps onto it and straddles the seat. Waves splash over his bare feet.

“Put your hand though here,” the woman says about the strap that is attached to the key. “You won’t want to swim after it. Plus, there’s a little clock so you can tell the time.”

“Great,” Mason says to her, his wrist through the strap. Then to me, “Climb aboard.”

Which sounded like a great invitation. Right?

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