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the country club with Dex, Tasha, and Jade.
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EVEN though the lifeguard is pretty hot and has secrets in his eyes, and even though he just rescued someone’s dog from drowning, you’re not quite sure if he’s right for you. He seems like a bit of a Boy Scout, almost too responsible—more like a best-friend type than a boyfriend type.
    Instead, you mound the sand underneath your towel into a decent-size pillow and lay your head back so you can read. You get so absorbed in the bug book that the noise of the beach disappears and it’s just you and Kafka and Gregor Samsa out there on the blanket. A couple of chapters later you decide to flip over so you don’t end up with one of those tans that’s on only one half of your body.
    You look around for Tasha, wishing she’d materialize so she could reapply the sunscreento your back, but instead of Tasha you find a guy wearing retro glasses and reading
The Iliad
a few towels over. He’s smiling at something going on in the book and has a dimple in his left cheek. You look down at
The Metamorphosis
and decide he would not share Tasha’s view of appropriate beach books. In fact, you’re pretty sure he would think it was cool you were reading Kafka at the beach. His book seems even more serious than yours.
    You think about Tasha’s challenge and wonder if this guy might be the one to flirt with. You look at the sunscreen on your blanket. Could he perhaps help you apply it? But that might be too much, right off the bat. Maybe you could talk about books first . . . or maybe it’s better to stay where you are.
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YOU figure that any guy who saved a dog’s life is worth saying hello to. Especially when that dog saver was checking you out on his way back to his lifeguard chair and had secrets in his eyes.
    You put
The Metamorphosis
back in your tote bag, make sure your bikini is covering everything it’s supposed to, and head over to the lifeguard stand.
    â€œHey,” you say, yelling a little so he can hear you. “That was pretty impressive lifesaving.”
    The guard looks down from his chair and smiles at you. “Thanks,” he says. Then his eyes dart back out over the water. “I have to monitor the swimmers, but if you want to climb up here, I can chat while I look. And you can be an extra pair of eyes.”
    You’ve actually always wondered what the beachlooks like from the top of a lifeguard chair, so you say sure.
    â€œJust climb up the front,” he says. “It’s built like a ladder, for easy on and off.”
    â€œAye aye, Captain,” you say.
    He laughs, still looking out at the ocean. “I’m not a sailor. Well, at least not at the moment.”
    When you get to the top of the stand, he shifts to the right to give you some room. You sit next to him and look out at the ocean.
    â€œI’m J.R., by the way,” he says.
    You introduce yourself to him and then say, “What did you mean about not being a captain at the moment?” You’re looking at his face in profile. It’s a nice one. Smooth skin, shaved head, curling eyelashes, pouty lips.
    â€œOh, nothing really,” he responds, focused on the water. “Just my older brother has a sailboat, and sometimes I sail with him. He always lets me captain the ship when I do.”
    That’s one of the sweetest big-brother things you’ve ever heard. It makes you wish you had a big brother with a sailboat, even though you don’t know how to sail.
    â€œThat’s nice of him,” you answer.
    â€œYeah, he’s kind of like a dad to me,” J.R.