pointing to different pages in the catalog and seem to be arguing. You look back at Adam.
âSure,â you say. âA soda sounds great. A walk, too.â
The two of you head toward the snack bar, and you canât help but notice how tall Adam is. It seems as if he could tuck your head right underneath his chin. Actually, you might need a pair of heels to reach his chin.
âAre you six five?â you blurt out. âSix four?â
âSix three,â he tells you, with a smile. âAnd yes, I do play basketball.â
That might explain the abs. Heâs clearly an athlete.
âSo where are the tripletsâ parents?â you ask him.
Youâre at the snack bar now. He orders himself a Sprite and asks what you want. âOrange soda,â you tell him.
âHuh,â he says before ordering your drink. âI had you pegged for a Diet Coke. Thatâs what most of the girls here drink.â He signs the chit for both drinks and hands you yours.
âI guess Iâm not like most of the girls,â you say. Youâre definitely flirting now.
He looks intrigued. âI guess not. Anyway, their dad is golfing, and their mom is playing tennis. Then sheâs getting a manicure and having her hair done for some party theyâre going to tonight.â
You nod and take a sip of your soda. The orangey tang explodes in your mouth. You canât understand why everyone doesnât drink orange soda. Itâs clearly the best soda ever invented.
âAnd how did you end up working for them?â
Adam takes a gulp of his Sprite. âMy sister did it last year, but sheâs spending the summer in France as an au pair for a family over there. So she handed the gig over to me. We have two little half sistersâfive and six nowâso Iâve got little-kid experience, but these three are a lot.â
âYeah, you totally have your hands full,â you say.
While you were talking, Adam steered you toward the dock, where the country club members tie up their boats. Tashaâs parents donât have one, but you see Jade and Dexâs dadâs sailboat bobbing in the water. Itâs called
The Lady Eileen
, named after Jade and Dexâs mom.
âBut like I said before, the payâs great.â Adam sits down on the dock and slips off his flip-flops. He dangles his feet in the water. âIâm saving up for a car, and I think Iâll make enough this summer to get the one I want.â
You wonder how great the pay really is. And think about the fact that Adamâs saving up to buy a car himself. When Tasha turned seventeen, her parents bought her a car, and your parents said theyâd do the same for you next year.
âWhat are you looking to get?â you ask, sitting down next to him.
âWant to guess?â He leans back on his elbows, and now his head is about level with yours.
You think about the facts youâve learned. Athletic, hard worker, big family . . .
âA Jeep?â you ask.
He laughs, a rumbly one, deep in his stomach. âThe exact opposite. I want a two-seater convertible.A 1986 Corvette. Itâs the car my dad had in college, and he always used to talk about how awesome it was. Plus, if itâs small, I wonât get roped into doing too much little-sister chauffeuring.â
You could see him in an old-school Corvette. It works. Maybe better than a Jeep.
âSo now you just have to make it through a summer with the triplets.â You lean back on your elbows, too, so your shoulder is next to his arm. Adam is so different from the guys you know. He seems more real, somehow. More grown-up, even though he must be about the same age as Dex.
âOh, Iâll make it through,â he says. âEspecially if youâre around to give me a hand.â
You give him a sad smile. âI wonât be,â you say. âIâm only visiting for the weekend. My cousinâs here