“Good idea.” She submerged her head completely and held it under.
Billy nudged me, unabashed in his staring.
“This isn’t a wet T-shirt contest, Billy,” I said under my breath, trying to be a gentleman even as my own gaze wandered.
Iluna finally came up and wiped her mouth. “Refreshing! Now make a wish!”
She flipped a little moonstone, flicking it to me with her thumb from I didn’t know where.
I held onto it tight and closed my eyes. After a moment, I threw it into the fountain with a satisfying little plink.
“What is that?” Billy asked.
“What did you wish for?” Iluna asked the more important question. Beads of water still clung to her face. Her hair was wet and free. Her white gown…
I looked at her and Billy. My friends. Who needed wishes?
The trip to Gap was perplexing for the si
