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“Any requests?” Adam asks everyone.

I pull my brows in. “Are we allowed to listen to music?”

“Just no country music, and we’re good.” He turns the radio on, and a ballad is playing.

“I hate country music, so anything rock works for me,” I say.

“Same here,” chimes Rory.

“No way. Top forty only,” Jessica chimes in.

“I’m good with whatever,” adds Suzanne.

“You hate country music?” Adam looks at me through the rearview mirror.

“Surprising, isn’t it?” Suzanne says.

Adam shakes his head, turns on a rock station, and pulls away from the curb. “You think you know a person,” he murmurs.

Jessica is fixing her makeup in the visor, applying cherry-red lip gloss to her perfect pout. Her hair is in an adorable ponytail that she curled at the ends.

Suzanne is leaning into Rory. Their legs are set diagonally toward me. I inch as close to my door as possible and look out the window. Every once in a while, I catch Adam’s glance in the rearview. When he does, I also catch Suzanne’s knowing glare headed my way. I kick her foot and go back to looking out the window.

The car next to me has the license plate F8H 56GY.

“Fight Fifty-Six Guys,” I say to myself.

“Who’s fighting who?” Jessica asks.

Suzanne waves a hand at her. “Ignore her. It’s this game she likes to play. She makes sayings out of license plates. I’ve never met anyone else who—”

“Fate Gypsies,” Adam says.

I nod. “Mine was better.”

“It was. Best of five?” he challenges.

“You’re on.” I plaster my nose to the glass of my window and ignore Suzanne’s light foot kick.

chapter SEVENTEEN

“Hold on to the handles!” Jessica yells.

“Rory, whip it to the right!” I command.

“Why does she refuse to—woman overboard!” Jessica rushes to the side of the boat.

We all laugh as Suzanne goes flying off the inner tube. For some crazy reason, the girl will not hold on as the speedboat Rory rented whips across the lake. She’s an excellent swimmer, so no one is worried as she flies in the air and lands on her back in the lake.

With a grin on his face, Rory stops the boat and dives into the water to swim toward Suzanne, who is on her way toward us. When he gets to her, the two make out in the middle of the vast body of water.

“Get a room!” I shout from my place on the boat, my hands coned around my mouth. My hair is slicked back from our day of water fun. I’ve got my red one-piece on that is high on the hips and makes me look like a Baywatch babe.

When I was talking to Suzanne about what I was packing, she dismissed my little string bikini. Apparently, it was going to fall off during the activities Rory had planned, and she was right. I wiped out on that tube and definitely would have lost my bottoms in the process.

Jessica and I make catcalls to the two lovebirds in the water while Adam pulls the tube in.

“Who’s next?” he asks.