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I’d just met — that I was cute.
    “Okay, check out that guy,” Caitlin said, bringing my attention back to the reason we were eating lunch at Tsunami. Because of the scenery. Working at a water park gave us the real lowdown on how fit guys were.
    The guy in question was obviously a lifeguard, walking along the edge of the pool. He had brown hair. He looked like he was a little older than us. Totally cute.
    “So what do you think?” Caitlin asked.
    “Huh?”
    “His kiss factor. What would you rate him, on a scale of one to ten? One being a toad. Ten being Zac Efron.”
    “But a frog can turn into a prince.”
    Yes, I was a hopeless romantic.
    “You know what I mean. Would you kiss him?”
    I considered her question, considered the guy. I nodded. “Yeah, probably.” Maybe. I don’t know. The real question was: Would he kiss me?
    “Yeah, me too.”
    “Are you interested in him?” I asked.
    “I don’t know. Maybe. Wish we had a way to meet all the guys at once so we could narrow down our choices.”
    “Do you really think it’s a good idea to date someone we work with?”
    “Sure. Why not?”
    “Well, if things don’t work out, we’ll see him every day.”
    She shrugged. “We just have to make sure things work out.”
    She sounded so confident. It was one of the things I’d always like about Caitlin — she wasn’t afraid of anything. She thought she could always succeed. Even if she hadn’t had a boyfriend yet. It was just a matter of time.
    Caitlin pulled a teen mag out of her tote, opened it to a page she’d marked with a sticky note. “Here’s a guide to knowing when you’re ready to kiss a guy. There’s even a test, so you can score your readiness. I’ll read the questions, you give me your answers.”
    Caitlin was always taking the tests in magazines. If she did as well on her tests at school as she did on the magazine tests, she’d graduate valedictorian.
    “Number one. Whenever you see him, A your heart pounds, B you feel nauseous, C you walk in the opposite direction.”
    I, on the other hand, did horrible on these things. And okay, I usually cheated, looking to see which score I needed to give me the rating that I wanted. “Isn’t there an ‘all of the above’?” I asked.
    “No, you have to choose.”
    I didn’t want to choose. I didn’t want to do a stupid test. My supervisor was having lunch with the laziest employee at the park. What were the odds that he might be telling her to get her act in gear?
    Or was he agreeing with her — that she was too adorable to believe? And why did I care if he thought she was adorable?
    “How ’bout if I give you the test?” I suggested.
    “Oh, I already took it,” Caitlin said.
    “How’d you score?”
    “Perfect ten. ‘Pucker up, you’re ready!’”
    I settled back against the lounge chair. “I don’t need to take a test. I know the answer. I’m ready, too.”
    But the thing was, just because I was ready, didn’t mean it was going to happen. Because the truth was: It took two.

Much to my surprise, that afternoon, time flew. Maybe because I was concentrating on ignoring Whitney as she worked on her tan. Obviously Sean hadn’t given her a reality check. So I was the one trying to convince a mother that rushing her bawling son down a slide would not stop him from crying — shouldn’t parenting require a license?
    The kid was obviously terrified. It was cruel to push him down the slide. I wasn’t going to do it. I wasn’t going to help her hold him in the tube so he’d learn it wasn’t scary. When the mom finally took her upset childaway, I turned to find a tall girl with red hair telling me it was time for a break.
    Some kid-sized tables with benches were set around the outskirts of our area. I headed for one and sat down. My knees nearly hit my chest. The table had an umbrella canopy so I got some relief from the sun. I removed my tube of sunblock from my hip-pack and started applying it. By the end of summer I was