“Good,” Remi instructed. “Now, push up!” Julianne tucked her arms back within the perimeter of the board and, in one strong, fluid motion, used them to lift herself off of her stomach and onto her feet. Once she was up, she readjusted her bandana, put her hands on her hips jauntily, and turned to Remi. “How am I doing, Coach?”
“Your form’s pretty good,” Remi answered earnestly, standing up. “I think you might want to use your upper 52
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arms a little more when you’re pushing up, though. It’ll give you more momentum. Can I show you?”
“Sure. Do you want to demonstrate, or . . .” Julianne trailed off.
“Nope. Get back down on the board, and I’ll show you, as you’re doing it. That way you can feel it while it’s happening,” Remi suggested.
Giggling silently, she hopped back down onto her stomach, already giddy with anticipation. She situated herself on her stomach in the middle of the board. Remi leaned across her, and Jules shivered slightly, both from his shadow creeping across her back and from the proximity of his body to hers.
“Okay, now move your arms in like you’re going to push up,” Remi instructed. As Julianne began drawing her arms inward, she felt his hands on her shoulders. She was momentarily afraid that her arms would give out under her, and she’d belly flop on the surfboard. Talk about embarrassing! “Now,” Remi coached, his hands never leaving her shoulders, “move your arms a little bit farther apart, and try pushing up again.” As Julianne prepared for her second try, she heard a series of quick beeps, and Remi’s hand suddenly flew off her shoulders.
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cell went off. I’m supposed to be home for dinner with my folks in ten minutes. I guess I, um, lost track of time.”
“Then I guess I should get off of your surfboard,” Julianne suggested regretfully. Why did it feel like they were always interrupted before the best part?
“In a minute,” Remi agreed, sliding down next to her.
He lifted one hand to Julianne’s cheek and wiped away some sand. “But not quite yet.” He leaned in and softly planted another mind-numbing kiss on Julianne’s lips.
Jules felt her pulse quicken as she kissed him back. This was definitely the best part.
Reluctantly, Remi pulled his lips away. “Um, I guess I should be getting home.”
Now it was Julianne’s turn to act on instinct. “In a minute,” she said. She scrambled up off the surfboard and dashed over to her abandoned easel. She grabbed one of her tiny paintbrushes and dunked the end in blue oill paint. “So it might be possible that I, maybe, lost your phone number on the beach the other night.” Julianne approached Remi with the paintbrush. “Maybe.
A little bit.”
“Oh, really,” Remi said, feigning offense.
“And it’s definitely possible that I don’t want to make the same mistake twice,” Jules continued. She reached over and took Remi’s arm by the wrist, turning it so the underside of his forearm was facing up. “So this time, I’m giving you my number.” Julianne took the paint-54
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brush and jotted her phone number in blue oill paint along the inside of Remi’s arm.
“That tickles,” he protested halfheartedly.
“Yup,” Julianne responded in mock-seriousness. “I know. And it will until it dries. So the tickling will remind you to put my number in your phone.”
“Very clever.” Remi laughed. “I love a girl with fore-sight.” He leaned in and gave her a soft peck on the cheek, as if to illustrate his point. Julianne sucked in her breath involuntarily. Even his kisses on the cheek made her shiver.
“So I guess you’d better head home, huh?” Julianne asked.
“Guess so. And I guess you’d better get back to painting before you lose the light?” he replied.
“Guess so,” she answered, even though she’d forgotten about the painting entirely. “Call me sometime?” she asked, half teasingly.
“Absolutely.” Remi smiled. “If for no other reason than because I don’t have any turpentine in the house—
your number will probably be on my arm for the rest of the summer,” he joked, picking up his surfboard.
“That’s what I like to hear.” Jules grinned back.
“Enjoy dinner.”
“Thanks! See you later.” Remi smiled at her one last time before turning and jogging back up the beach.
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toward her easel, determined to keep her cool and not check Remi out as he jogged away. She picked up her paintbrush and got exactly two strokes onto the canvas before she just couldn’t resist. Trying to be as subtle as possible, she turned slowly and looked for him on the horizon.
She spotted his lanky figure several hundred yards in the distance. Her eyes locked on to him just in time to see him place his surfboard gently on the ground, dust himself off, and walk right through the giant glass door of the Moores’ giant glass house.
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Several hours later, Julianne was still in shock. Every part of her churned in confusion, even as she tried to focus her attention on hanging out with Chloe.
She’d thought that some quality sister-time would be just the thing to help her get it together.
“I mean, he’s still pretty perfect, though,” Julianne mused out loud. “Isn’t he?”
Chloe swept her hair off of her shoulders into a high ponytail and then adjusted the drawstring on her pink-and-yellow-striped lounge pants. “All I know is that we’re never going to a party where they only have PBR
ever again,” she mused. “Think about it—crappy beer, crappy guys. They go hand in hand. From now on it’s good drinks or bust.”
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“Things went that well with Michael, huh?” Julianne chucked a pillow at her sister.
“Like I said, crappy beer, crappy guys. He seemed like such a sweetheart in physics lab.” Julianne picked at the spots of dried paint still clinging to her hands as she considered her response. “Well, you know, clearly it’s time to start paying less attention to physics and more attention to chemistry.”
“Oh Lord, Jules. Stick with art, okay? Because comedy? Not your thing.” Chloe tried to look miffed, but her hazel eyes were laughing.
“When did it start going downhill?” Julianne flopped onto her back and stared up at the floral border edging its way across the top of Chloe’s bedroom walls.
“Oh, I don’t know . . . about half a second after he told me that I was pretty good at physics ‘for a chick.’ ” Chloe’s heart-shaped face screwed up into a horrified grimace. “I’d say it was a pretty quick descent to rock bottom from there.”
“No way!” Julianne squealed, popping bolt upright again. “There’s no way—he couldn’t have actually said that!” She tossed another one of Chloe’s smooshy throw pillows at her sister for emphasis. “Wait, did he actually say that?”
“How could I possibly make this up?” Chloe lobbed the pillow back at Julianne’s head. “What part of ‘arrogant jerk’ isn’t coming across clearly here?” She paused 58
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and gnawed her left thumbnail thoughtfully while Julianne continued to stare, wide-eyed. “Good thing he’s not a communications major, I guess,” she said, sighing finally.
“You mean, because he should really never talk to anyone ever again?” Julianne asked, laughing, before taking a swig of water. “I mean, honestly—ew!”
“Julessssssss!” Chloe wailed. “Why is every guy I meet a complete loser? Are there no guys on the entire West Coast who aren’t completely sketchy? And you—” She turned her attentions toward Julianne. “You cannot even think about things going any further with Remi!”