Page 33 of Crazy for this Girl

He gives me a look. “You call that dancing?”

“I’m not sure what I’d call that, but it seems like I’m a better dancer than you.”

“Keep thinkin’ that.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I will.”

“Cal! Come over and say hi!”

Through my whole experience of coming up to our family cabin, I’ve never had to look at where that voice came from.

It’s sounds like a car crash.

The squealing tires that seem to last forever and never stop. The annoyance of having to replace something because someone wasn’t paying attention.

“Your fan club is summoning you,” I quip flatly, dipping my oar in the water and pulling back. I can actually see Janelle bouncing up and down off her family’s boat dock to seize his attention.

“Keep rowing,” Cal replies with the same amount of enthusiasm as me. “I’d rather drown than have a conversation that drops my IQ.”

I chuckle, but he’s not wrong. “Mean.”

He lifts a brow against my false pretense of caring how Janelle feels at any part of the day. “You wanna go talk to ‘em? We can turn around and talk so you can go talk about Jessica Simpson.”

I scowl at him because there’s nothing wrong with her. If you like that super blonde, getting confused between chicken and tuna kinda thing. “Ha, ha. Though…I’m not sure. You might have more in common since you’re obsessed with Britney Spears.”

“Britney Spears is hot. And if you asked me what the lyrics of her songs were I couldn’t tell you because I was too busy staring.”

“Seriously?” I stop rowing and roll my shoulders. “With a taste of your lips, I’m on a ride. You’re toxic, I’m slippin’ under—”

“You can stop now.” His eyes are narrowed, but it only makes me want to continue just to annoy him.

“It’s not my fault that you taste like a poison paradise.” I quirk a brow. “Don’t you know that you’re toxic?”

“I’m going to flip this boat over.”

“You don’t want to know how I took a sip from the devil’s cup?”

“You’re gonna get a whole lotta water in your mouth if you keep singin’, Laynee.”

I eye him as I lean over. “Slowly…it’s taking over me.” He sighs with his whole body. “It’s too high, and I can’t come down”—I flick out my index finger and swirl it in the air—“and it’s all around.” I smirk. “Can you feel me now?”

I should’ve seen it.

The determination in his eyes when he continued to stare at me. The warning that I didn’t believe he was going to play on but I taunted and soon was going to lose.

Cal quickly jerks to the side, taking the whole boat with him as we both crash into the lake. The coolness of the water surrounds me as I inwardly groan that our lunch is somewhere floating around wasted.

Breeching the surface, I quickly locate him already floating at the top.

“You wasted my chips.” With a cupped palm, I splash him with a small wave of water as he tries to block it with his own hand.

He chuckles. “My bad. The singing was starting the effects of a seizure and I just fell out.

I tsk. “Oh, don’t worry there’s so much more of the song.” My words are hard as I glare at him aimlessly watching me with zero remorse. “You’re toxic, I’m slippin’ under.”

“You will be after I drown you, if you don’t stop singin’, Reese.” He grabs the edge of the boat and motions for me to come over. “C’mon, I’ll help you in.”

I move toward him. “I’m going to leave you out here.”

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