CHAPTER 17
Sadie
The sunset surf is gorgeous this evening. The only thing missing, the only thing that would make it infinitely better, is if Devon were here. But I could hardly text her and ask if she was up for it. Or maybe I should have. I’d only be doing what she asked me to do: pretend that kiss never happened. But my gut instinct is telling me to leave whatever the next step is up to her, whatever it takes to put that kiss sufficiently in the past. If that’s what she wants.
It’s almost my turn. There’s only one person in front of me in the line. A young girl who reminds me of myself when I was her age. Eager and a little rash—until my dad set me straight.
“You don’t have to do more dangerous tricks because you’re a girl,” he would say. “It doesn’t make any difference and, besides
