“I have a fine voice?” Sexy asked, raising a pierced eyebrow in my direction.
 
 “Oh shit. I said that aloud, didn’t I?” I questioned, not at all perturbed. You get used to it after a while. The amount of times I had said stupid stuff…well…it’s no wonder I have no friends and my parents hated me.
 
 “I just don’t have a filter, I guess. But I mean youdohave a nice voice. It’s all husky and sultry and stuff. You’d probably be a good singer.” I was rambling, my go-to move when confronted with cute guys.
 
 Sexy stared at me a moment before bursting into laughter.
 
 “I would love to hear you say that in front of Ryder,” he remarked. Before I could inquire, he turned towards me. “So, am I going to get a name?”
 
 Shrugging, I pointed towards the ditzy blond in the skimpy bikini I had seen earlier.
 
 “I heard her name is Missy.”
 
 “Well, my name is Ronan.” He extended a hand, and I shook it after a slight hesitation.
 
 “Nice to meet you, Ronan with the satin bikinis.”
 
 He smirked. “And the fine voice.”
 
 “How could I forget?”
 
 Shifting in my seat, I turned back towards my forgotten book, effectively ending the conversation.
 
 “I haven’t seen you around. You don’t go to Highwood Prep?”
 
 I guess Iwasn’teffectively ending the conversation. Looking down the bridge of my nose, this time, I smirked at him.
 
 “How do you know?”
 
 “Because I would’ve remembered someone like you.” He gave me an appreciatory stare that made goosebumps break out across my skin.
 
 “Maybe I was just hiding. From you.”
 
 Shrugging, I sprawled myself out in my seat and turned the page on my book. I felt him, almost as if he was charged with electricity, come up beside me.
 
 “So, are you here on vacation?”
 
 I hesitated, only briefly, before nodding.
 
 “Yes.”
 
 I mean, what else could I do? Tell him that my parents owned the damned place? What a good conversation starter: “My parents are members of the mafia, and you’re staying at their shady-ass, illegal business and talking to their daughter.”
 
 Ha.
 
 Of course, most people didn’t know that my parents were not, well,normalbusiness entrepreneurs. But I knew.
 
 “Are you going to go into the pool?” Ronan asked.
 
 “Oh, that just sounds dandy,” I drawled. I held up my book. “Because obviously I’m not in the middle of doing anything. Now shut up and leave me alone. I’m at a good part.”
 
 His silence lasted for approximately fifteen seconds.
 
 “What’cha reading?”
 
 “Oh for the love of…” Before I could stop myself, I wacked him on the head with the book. It didn’t hurt him because I was a weakling, but his eyes widened in shock.
 
 “Did you just hit me with your book?”