The impact threw Sean off me. There was an awful screeching. I scrambled up and saw everybody was on the floor now but me. I jumped into the driver’s seat and threw the throttle into reverse.
Too late. We’d puttered into the marina and had hit one of the newer model speedboats. As I backed away from it, I saw the black mark our bumper had made up the side.
Worse, my dad stood on the wharf, watching. Funny how whenever I broke a bone, he had to be hunted up, but whenever we damaged the merchandise, he was on hand instantly. Glowering, he showed me his binoculars. Even from a distance, he’d seen everything. en he pointed the binoculars at me. We’d been through this enough times that I knew what he meant. Whatever the speedboat and our boat needed, I would fix them. He headed back up the steps toward the showroom without a word.
Cameron and Sean moaned at me, rubbing it in.
As I idled the boat into the usual space and cut the engine, McGillicuddy picked up my broken sunglasses from underfoot and handed them to me. “Looks like that mark will come out with buffing.”
“I hope.” Bailing out of the boat onto the wharf, I tossed the sunglasses into the trash before Cameron and Sean could rib me any more about this awful day. I blinked in the darkness of the warehouse until I could see, and I grabbed the wax and a cloth. en I blinked in the bright sunlight outside and thought I was hallucinating. My first break: Lori, Rachel, and Tammy had parked their boat and were talking to the guys on the wharf. I walked over, gripping the wax and cloth hard in each fist, hoping Lori wasn’t flirting with Cameron again, or Sean. Maybe I should put the can of wax down before I found out. It could really hurt somebody.
“Adam,” Lori called, loudly enough for me to hear her, but not so loud that her voice would carry up to my mom in the marina office—or to her dad, who might be listening from their screened porch facing the water. “I came over to get some tips from the boys about teaching Tammy and Rachel to board. Of course I did not come over here to see you. How could you think such a thing? That would be disobedient.”
I held up the wax. “For my own disobedience, I have to buff the boat. Then I’m going for a jog.” She tilted her head. Probably her eyes widened, but I couldn’t see them behind her sunglasses. I hated not being able to see her eyes. She asked, “In this heat?” I didn’t mind jogging in the heat. e heat was a big, friendly animal that liked to wrestle and only occasionally sat on me until I lost my breath. Anyway, she was missing the point. I repeated carefully, “I am going for a jog.”
“I heard you the first time,” she said. “It’s late afternoon in the middle of June. It’s ninety-five degrees out here.”
“He means he’s going for a jog,” Rachel and Tammy said at the same time.
“He’s going for a jog.” Lori still didn’t get it. Normally her blondeness was one of the things I loved about her. At the moment, not so much.
Exasperated, Cameron told her, “Adam wants you to go for a jog too.”
She said, “Oh!”
“If you two airheads have to hook up secretly for very long,” Sean said, “you’re not going to make it.”
“Like you’re an expert on making relationships work,” Rachel piped up.
Now Cameron and McGillicuddy moaned, rubbing in the jab at Sean. I couldn’t help but chime in. And when I saw the look Sean gave me, I regretted it. I didn’t expect him to be on my side against my parents, but I hoped he wouldn’t go out of his way to sabotage me. And sabotage was more likely if he and Rachel stayed broken up and he stewed in his own juices.
Lori was thinking the same thing—eyeing me, or so I thought. I desperately wanted to reach down from the wharf and take those sunglasses off her. She asked me, “Not that I have any interest in this whatsoever, but how long will it take you to buff the boat?”
“An hour,” I said.
“Thirty minutes,” McGillicuddy said. “I’ll help him. Then I’m taking Tammy bowling, so if you go for a jog, I won’t be around to see it.” Lori mouthed a thank you to her brother. “Okay then. Thanks for the wakeboarding tips, guys.” She started the engine and cranked the throttle into reverse.
“Wait a minute,” Rachel protested over the idling engine and the bubbling lake. “I thought we would really get some wakeboarding tips.”
“Are you kidding?” Lori shouted. “You chicks are hopeless.” Rachel and Tammy laughed with her as the boat floated backward and then idled forward, toward her dock.
We watched them go. McGillicuddy stared at Tammy’s ass in that bikini. Sean pined after Rachel. Cameron seemed astounded at the whole sight—Lori had never entertained girlfriends before—but it was impossible to tell which girl he was looking at.
And I decided that if I ever went out with Lori again, I would install ten or twelve alarm clocks in the truck to wake us up, just in case. Being grounded from her was torture.
Finally McGillicuddy said, “I’ll go get some wax.”
“Thanks, man.” I appreciated him helping me meet with Lori.
“Better you than Cameron,” McGillicuddy grumbled. “I know where Cameron’s been.”
Sean snorted.
Cameron said, “I already told you, I did not come on to Lori.”
He’d better not.
Half an hour later, I snagged two bottles of water from the fridge. I should have taken only one in case I was intercepted. But even though Lori and I had kissed a lot in the past week, Lori was squeamish about drinking after me. We’d shared drinks while riding around in my truck. She’d even used my toothbrush once. And I’d seen her hesitate. Probably because Sean had spit in her Coke ten years ago. If I were her, I would be grossed out for a long time too.
en I headed outside. e heat of the afternoon would take your breath away, but after the frigid air-conditioned house, my skin drank it in. I stuck the bottles of water in the mailbox, which couldn’t be seen from my house or Lori’s through the thick trees. She wasn’t at the road. Since hanging around our mailboxes would look guilty, she’d probably set off jogging. She was fast for a girl, but I could catch her.
Which way had she gone? We should have discussed this before. But if we’d agreed to go to the left or the right, she would have messed it up anyway. I gazed down the street dappled in shade, then turned the other way and jogged into the sun.
Normally I ran to detox my brain when Sean made me so mad I couldn’t think straight. This happened once a day or so. Running got my mind off my troubles.
is time, running did not get my mind off Lori. For one thing, the skull-and-crossbones pendant she’d given me banged against my breastbone with every step. I didn’t want to take it off, though. For another thing, when I finished this run, she would be at the end of it.
ree miles later, I’d returned to the mailboxes. at’s when I saw her jogging toward me from the other direction. Her blonde ponytail bobbed behind her. She wore nothing but a sports bra and very small running shorts, and her tanned skin shone with sweat. It was almost as good as seeing her in the bikini. Better, in a way. Lori’s body was most beautiful in action.
Lori’s brain, as usual, was a couple of steps behind her body. I swear she stared straight ahead without seeing me for a full ten seconds, listening hard to her music, daydreaming.
Then she broke into the biggest smile. She pulled out her earbuds and stuffed the cords into the armband that held the player. “Mr. Vader!” she called in the awful British accent she used when she thought somebody was mad at her. “We shan’t meet like this anon. ‘Tisn’t proper.” It was hard to stay angry. I did my best. “We weren’t even apart for twelve hours, and you flirted with Parker Buchanan.”
“I waved to Parker Buchanan.”
“You flirted with Cameron.”
“I knew you’d say that.” She reached me and put her hands on her hips, breathing hard. “He sat close to me in the boat so we could hear each other over the motor.” I believed her. The thing was—and I knew this was unreasonable—I didn’t want her talking to Cameron at all.