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The three of us sleep like the dead. When I finally open the light-blocking curtains, it’s obvious that the sun is high in the sky. Baggy and Ruthie screech at me and squint like moles coming out of a cave, but I feel fantastic and insist to them that it is time to rise and shine. They both eventually rise, but are too grouchy to shine before having an infusion of caffeine.
We head down to the resort’s restaurant in search of bacon. I scan the large open-air-concept room, attempting to look casual, so it won’t be obvious that I’m looking for Kai. “I don’t think he’s here.” Ruthie whispers the words near my ear, proving that I wasn’t nearly as stealthy with my search as I had thought.
“Who?” I ask, trying rather unsuccessfully to keep a straight face. She gives me a knowing smile, but
