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He just laughed. “I can quit anytime I want,” he said, and I wasn’t sure how much of that was a joke.

Then he noticed Anya, standing behind all of us, not paying much attention. She was tapping on her phone and holding it slightly higher in the air.

“No signal,” she said sternly, “How are we supposed to get anything done?”

“Do something that’s not on your phone,” he said, “Like me.”

Anya looked at him for a long moment, then looked down. Clearly unimpressed. I liked her a little more each day.

Anya gave up on her phone and slipped it into her bag. “Where are our rooms, Rob?”

“Everyone has their own cabana,” Rob said, “But since it’s so beautiful out, I thought we’d hit the beach first. There’s swimsuits in the dressing room over there.” He pointed to a room on the left.

“Shouldn’t we bring our bags in?” I asked.

They all looked at me like a crazy person. Rob said gently, “We have people who do that, sweetie.”

“Maybe it would do all of you good to have to carry your own baggage once in a while!” I raged, but he was already running off. Turns out he’d worn his swim trunks on the plane.

He tore off his shirt and I got a glimpse of that honey-tan, lean back before it disappeared out the door, racing his brother. They were neck and neck down to the beach.

I turned to Anya. “Do guys always regress when they’re with their brothers?”

“I’m one of eight children,” she said, “All brothers. And none of them would act like they do. But then again, our father was an angry, angry man.”

She shrugged and went to go change into a swimsuit. I felt a tad bit horrified, but I followed her, since eh, why not enjoy the sunshine while we could?

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