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For some reason, I expected intense heat in Pensacola, Florida, even though it’s December, but it’s a balmy sixty degrees, like back home in Sierra Cove. The only difference is the humidity in the air. It’s something I’m not used to, and I wonder if my hair will frizz up like all those horror stories you hear.
“Only five minutes until we arrive!” Rhett announces.
I wipe my sweaty palms on my leggings as my legs bounce up and down. Fuck, why am I so nervous?
Because you want them to like you, that’s why.
What does it matter? You might never see these people again.
Rhett matters, that’s why.
I push the thought from my head and take a deep breath.
“They’ll love you. I just know it,” Rhett says, and it’s like he’s reading my damn thoughts.
Okay, maybe he knows me a little too well now.
“Don’t look around too much.”
“Huh?” His weird statement distracts me.
“I’ll be taking you on a tour tomorrow. After we’ve slept for a whole day.”
“You’ll sleep. I’ll be making jewelry.” I grin. I’m so stoked to try out my beading loom.
“That works, too. My mom said she set up Kate’s room for you. Only Zoey and Emily live at home, so there’s plenty of room.”
“Will everyone be there right now?”
“I doubt it. Does that make you feel better?”
“Yes! Why didn’t you tell me that before?”
“I like to keep you on your toes.”
“Not cool!” I laugh and playfully slap his arm.
“Here we are!” Rhett says as he pulls up in front of a large house. A huge house, more like it.
“Wow,” I say as I glance up at all of the windows. “Rhett, your home is gorgeous.”
“Thanks. Not as gorgeous as you, though.” Rhett winks, and I flush. Now he’s flirting?
I’m not sure what to say, so I don’t say anything. I’m trying so hard to ignore my feelings for him as they seem to grow stronger every day. Then he goes and says shit like that.
I busy myself with grabbing my bag and helping Rhett with pillows and blankets.
“Tomorrow, I’ll clean out the trash from the car before I take us on a tour. Which includes a bonus surf lesson,” Rhett says as he shuts the trunk and meets me on the sidewalk. “Ready?”
“No. But let’s go.” I plaster on a smile to hide the descent of butterflies in the pit of my stomach.
The front door of the house opens, and there stands his mom, dad, and one of his younger sisters.
Here goes nothing.
Chapter 19
Rhett
