Chapter Eight

Sean drove me back home after our heart-to-heart in the cave and we agree that this Friday would be our date. He refused to tell me anything else.

“Don’t worry,” he insisted. “I have a plan.” He threw a wink my way as I climbed out of his truck, then drove off with music blasting. My lip curled into a smile. I had a date; an actual date.

I had to keep reminding myself that this was just a test run to get Sean off my back. Yes, it was an actual date, but it was more for his benefit than mine. After actually going out, he will see that I’m not as easy and convincible as the other girls he usually goes for. It’ll take more than a wink and a few flirtatious words to prove to me that he’s not what everyone says he is.

When I walked into my house, I sat my surfboard in the closet and took a seat at the island while my mother cooked dinner. It smelled like parmesan chicken which made my stomach growl.