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I shuddered. “You’re not the one who got kicked out of tennis lessons while everyone watched.” It wasn’t my fault I didn’t understand what a backhand swing meant.
“The instructor assured me that this would be very low pressure and that people of all abilities do just fine. Besides, it’s only ninety minutes. You can do anything for an hour and a half.”
“Like completely embarrass myself in front of some poor, unsuspecting soul?” I asked.
“Oh please.” She batted her hand at me like I was being silly. “Surf instructors see it all, I’m sure.”
“Okay, but what if I drown? I’m decent at best in waterwithoutwaves.”
“Already asked—he said you wouldn’t go out deeper than you could touch.”
I pressed my lips together, slightly annoyed that Mom had thought of it all.
“If you hate it, you can tell me all about it over s’mores later.”
That perked me up. “S’mores?”
She nodded. “There’s a gas fire pit being delivered later, along with a grocery order. I thought it could be a fun way for us to spend the evening.”
I let out a sigh. She’d used my weakness against me. But she was right. I could do anything for ninety minutes. The last few years had shown me that.
And who knew? Maybe I’d meet some hot surf instructor and get some nice eye candy for a couple hours. It couldn’t be that bad.
Twenty-Three
April
I was wrong.
So freaking wrong.
We’d only driven two minutes before Mom parked in front of a house I recognized and glanced at the GPS on her car’s screen. (She’d insisted on taking me so I wouldn’t back out of the lessons. She knew me too well.) “The instructor said you could meet him back behind this house.”
“Mom?”
“Yes?”
I turned away from the house and looked at her. “Do you know the instructor’s name, by chance?”
“Yes! It’s Diego—Marcy Pfanstiel justravedabout him teaching her granddaughter to surf a couple years back. I think he’s close to your age.”
She had no idea.
And then she had the audacity to wink. “Maybe there’s a cute surfer boy romance in your future.”
I stared at her, horrified. “Mom, Diego is—”
Her eyebrows raised. “You know him?”
“We go to school together. He’s...”
Satan’s spawn?
But that wasn’t true because his mom had been so kind to me, it almost brought me to tears.
“Not interested in me,” I said finally. “He always has some skinny blond girl hanging off his arm.”
Mom shook her head. “Sometimes boys will surprise you.”
