Daelan's POV.
The music thumped low in my chest as I leaned back in the patio chair, a cold beer in hand, still damp from earlier. My hair was messy, and my skin still felt salty from the beach. The dive had helped. That cool slap of the ocean, the adrenaline from catching the right wave, and for a moment, it had cleared my head.
Josh sat beside me, laughing at some ridiculous thing Vincent said, while a few other guys and I huddled around the card table, playing poker. I leaned in, also tossing down a few bills like the others, when I felt a light tap on my shoulder.
I turned around, surprised to find.. Maya, the girl from the beach. Her black hair was tied into a messy ponytail, her dark eyes bold and teasing.
"Thought I recognized you," she said, sliding into the empty seat beside
