Chapter 12
“We’ve been boring this summer.”
Rob looked over at Anya, who lounged on the towel next to his own, propped up on her elbows. “What do you mean? We just stayed up all night eating nachos and playing Mario Kart, and now we’re skinny dipping on the beach before breakfast.”
They were camped out just south of Reeds Beach, far away from prying eyes. Kayla, Aaron, and Alex dove through the waves, while Jack, Rob, and Anya had come ashore to dry off and lounge in the morning air, already heavy and humid.
Anya shot him a withering stare. “We do that all the time. That’s not exciting, that’s routine, and routine is boring.”
“I like routine,” Jack said. He lay on his back, eyes closed against the low sun. “You know me. I crave that predictability.”
Rob and Anya exchanged amused smir
