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June

June had been very much looking forward to her weekend away, until it

was clear that Arabella was going to join them. She didn’t share Summer’s

keep your enemies close sentiment. The ride, while only just over an hour

long, had been tense and silent. Summer’s mom drove, while June’s mom

sat in the front seat, and the three girls had the back of the car. At least June

was smashed up against the window and Summer took one for the team,

trying to rectify her mistake, and sat in the middle.

It didn’t help.

The morning spent unloading, airing out the A-frame cabin, and relaxing

on the private strip of weed-clogged beach didn’t help either.

June’s head felt foggy. She could still smell Arabella’s perfume. Instead

of smelling the lake, all June could smell was the ocean—intriguing, fresh,

and clean.

It had been ridiculous trying not to look at her one-time nemesis in a

bikini too. June could have throttled Summer. Summer had no idea what

she was doing when she invited Arabella.

Yes, she really did want to keep tabs on her. She wanted to figure out

why Arabella had really applied for the position at New Shooz 2uz. She

was trying to keep June safe. What Summer absolutely wasn’t counting on

was the fact that no matter how wrong it was and no matter how hard she

tried not to, June found Arabella attractive.

She was smoking hot in a bright pink bikini top and cut-off denim shorts,

her blond hair naturally windswept, that fresh scent clinging to her skin. On

top of that, she was gorgeous in the way that makes most people sit up and

take notice. How could she not find her attractive?

“Well, that’s it for me. I’m officially sizzled like a well-done piece of

bacon.” Summer sat up on her towel, rearranging it in the sand, flinging

little grains straight into June’s face, since she was downwind of the

movement.