"I'll be back in a minute," I bite out, and I don't look back at Layla.
I search for Alex, but the drama queen has disappeared. I stop by the bar, and I'm ready to order a vodka and 7UP, but I think of Alex telling Layla that's what I drink, and I hate it.
"A beer." The red cup is filled from a keg. I expect the beer to be flat, but it tastes nice. I turn and keep scanning for Alex. I'll give her five more minutes, and then I'm going back to Layla. I finish the beer and see Alex with a group of girls who are squealing as they race into the water. They all huddle together as one of them snaps a photo.
Alex is smiling and laughing, her lips pursed for the photo. I'm wasting my time.
"Jay." The guy's accent has me turning away from the sea and toward the two guys who stand near the edge o
