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He was reading a newspaper on the patio and I was lounging on an inflatable flamingo in the ocean-fed pool. (An ocean-fed pool that faced a beach, which meant I was in a pool staring at the ocean. Crazy.)
“So, what about that feeding the iguanas thing?” I tried, swishing my hands through the water, watching it ripple.
No answer.
I looked up from the pool water to him, feeling my face get hot as I took in his expression.
Azriel didn’t look up from the paper, but his jaw flexed, so I knew he was irritated. This was my fourth question to him. He was obviously trying to make a point that he was reading the paper.
I was trying to make my point that he should pay attention to me.
“Azriel?”
“Not interested,” he muttered.
“What about a tour? I saw a flyer about this park with caves,
