"It's when two teams of people climb up on each other's shoulders and you try to push the other person down," my brother explained.
"It's fun, I swear," Richard assured me. Then he called over to Taylor, "Tyler, you wanna play chicken with us? Or are you too chicken?"
Taylor looked up from her magazine. I couldn't see her eyes because of her sunglasses, but I knew she was annoyed. "It's Tay-lor, not Tyler, Jeremy. And no, I don't want to play."
Owen and Johnny exchanged a look. I knew what they were thinking. "Come on, Taylor, it'll be fun," I said, rolling my eyes. "Don't be a chicken."
She made a big show of sighing, and then she put her magazine down and stood up, smoothing down her bikini in the back. "Do I have to take my sunglasses off?"
Richard grinned at her. "Not if you're on
