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  The two girls and one boy stood around him on the damp sand, clutching foam surfboards. He smiled at them all. “You’re going to make great surfers. Just remember, what is the key?”

  “Safety first,” they chimed back.

  “Excellent.”

  “And why’d we have to stop surfing today?” Lucas asked.

  “It’s getting too foggy,” one of the kids answered.

  “Right.”

  Someone behind him chuckled. Lucas turned to find Avery, smiling.

  “Class dismissed,” Lucas told the kids, who headed back to their parents, who were waiting nearby.

  “Looked like you were having fun,” Avery said.

  “You mean the kids?” Lucas said.

  “Them, but mostly you.” Avery nodded down the beach. “A lot more fun than he’s having today.”

  Lucas looked down the beach. Owen was propped up in a beach chair with a bunch of empty hard lemonade bottles scattered around him. The guy’s eyes were closed.

  “Tough job,” Lucas quipped.

  “I don’t think he’s happy,” said Avery.

  Lucas looked up and saw Sabrina marching toward them with her lips pursed and her gaze fixed on Owen. April was following her.

  “I have a feeling he’s about to become even more unhappy,” Lucas said.

  Sabrina stopped next to them. “Owen?”

  He didn’t answer. His head had lulled back, and his eyes were still closed. Sabrina nudged him with her foot, and Owen opened his eyes. “Huh?”

  “Where are they?” Sabrina asked.

  “Who?”

  “The brats, the kids,” Sabrina said, becoming agitated. “You were supposed to be keeping an eye on them.”

  Lucas felt a chill. Those boys were young. Six and four. Too young to be left on their own on a foggy beach.

  “Wha?” Owen seemed more awake now.

  Sabrina stood over him and shouted, “Where are the kids? You were supposed to be watching them!”

  Everyone began swiveling their heads, looking around.

  “They’ve got to be around here somewhere,” April said.

  But Lucas didn’t see them.

  “What if they drowned!?” Sabrina shrieked.

  “That’s not going to help,” Lucas said.

  Meanwhile, Owen staggered to his feet. “They were right here. I don’t understand.”

  “You don’t understand?” Sabrina shouted. “Maybe you will if you have another drink, you idiot!”

  “Yelling won’t change anything,” Lucas said, and turned to Owen, trying to ignore the stench of alcohol on his breath. “Where’s the last place you remember seeing the kids?”

  “I don’t know. At the edge of the water, maybe?”

  Sabrina screamed in fear. “They drowned!”

  “Hold on,” Lucas said. “There are lifeguards here, remember? Even on a day like today. And there are a few people in the water. Someone would’ve noticed two little kids in the water without supervision. They’ve probably just wandered off somewhere.”

  “Okay, great,” Sabrina snapped furiously. “They’re not drowned, just kidnapped!”

  “Let’s split up and search for them,” Lucas said, seeing that someone needed to take charge. “April, you and Sabrina check down the beach that direction.” He pointed away from the piers. “Avery and I will check in this direction. Owen, ask around and see if you can find anyone who saw them. Okay?”

  Everyone started off. Lucas began striding quickly down the beach, his head turning left and right. A few steps behind him, Avery had to hurry to keep up. It was still too misty for most beach goers, and aside from a few surfers and some sand castle builders, he didn’t see anyone, and certainly no kids. “Do you think we’ll find them?” she asked.

  “We’ve got to,” Lucas said, his jaw set.

  Who knew he could be so intense? Avery thought as she, too, scanned the beach and the water for any sign of the boys. What would Curt be like in this situation? Would he even bother to look for the kids, or just say it wasn’t his problem?

  “Shouldn’t there be footprints or something?” she asked. She cast her eyes downward but couldn’t make out any distinct prints on the sand except the ones they were leaving.

  “If they were walking close to the water, we won’t find any,” Lucas said. “The waves would have washed them away. I figure they may have headed to the boardwalk. Maybe someone there has seen them.”

  Avery was forced into a jog to keep up. “You don’t think they could have drowned, do you?”

  Lucas stopped and looked at her. “You want to know the truth? Two kids that young, unsupervised, on a misty day like today? Absolutely. But I’m betting they headed for the boardwalk instead.”

  Avery suddenly felt chilled to the bone. She didn’t want to imagine them struggling in the water, sucked out by a riptide. Don’t picture them dead. Picture them alive and happy and having fun, she told herself.

  They reached the boardwalk without seeing any sign of the boys.

  “Okay, I’ll take the right side and you’ll take the left side,” Lucas said. “That way, there’s less chance that we’ll miss them if they’re here. I’ll meet you at the other end. Ask everybody you see if they’ve seen a couple of small boys, light hair and green eyes.”

  “But the boardwalk’s long,” she protested. “Plus, all the piers.”

  “Then we better stop talking and get going,” he said.

  Her heart was really starting to pound from the adrenaline and the fear. Lucas looked at her with a forceful, determined gaze. “We have to find them,” he said.

  She nodded, touched his hand briefly, and set off down the left side of the boardwalk. The first place she stopped was a yellow and orange stand featuring foot-long chili dogs. The vendor was an older man with gray hair. “Excuse me? Have you seen two little boys come through here in the last hour?” Avery asked.

  “Alone?” The guy’s wrinkled forehead wrinkled even more. “Can’t say that I have. I’ll keep my eyes open, though.”

  “Thanks,” she told him, and moved on, stopping everyone she could. No one, though, remembered seeing two little boys by themselves. The time flew, and she was even more frightened and frustrated when she arrived in front of the Spencer Avenue Pier. The pier was one of the amusement parks and boasted a massive wooden roller coaster called the Great White. Even at this time of the day the screams of the thrill riders pierced the air and the sounds of tinny music floated by.

  A brief thought flashed through her mind. It was ironic that she’d finally made it to the Spencer Avenue Pier, and she wasn’t going to get to go in. Despite his promise, Curt still hadn’t taken her to the amusement park. Maybe I’ll just have to go by myself, she thought. Or maybe with Lucas. Guilt started to rush through her, but before it could take complete hold, she felt someone come up behind her.

  “Nothing,” Lucas said abruptly. She looked at him and noticed that he suddenly looked older, his forehead creased with worry and dotted with beads of sweat.

  “What do we do now?” Avery asked.

  Lucas looked around, deep in thought. He stared at a booth that sold seashells, starfish, and sand dollars. A sign proclaimed, treasures from the sea. Next to it, an older woman sold cotton candy.

  “That’s it!” Lucas gasped. He grabbed her hand.

  “Come on, let’s go.” He started running back toward the beach, dragging her with him.

  “Where?” Avery asked, strangely thrilled that her hand was in his again.

  “Under the pier. The boys wanted to look for buried treasure. They said the cotton candy guy told them about it.”

  Back on the beach they turned around and ran under the pier. It was dark and shadowy, and the crashing waves echoed in and out of dark brown pilings as thick as tree trunks.

  “Jamie, Tim, you here?” Lucas shouted, his voice a hollow echo.

  No answer.

  With her hand still in his, Avery and Lucas walked underneath the pier a
nd looked toward the water. There was no sign of the two little boys, and Avery felt her spirits plunge. The tide was coming in, and water swirled around her ankles.

  “Go away!” a tiny voice called suddenly.

  She and Lucas spun around. There, back in the shadows, were two small figures with bright yellow and red toy shovels.

  “Jamie, Tim!” Lucas rushed forward.

  “Go away!” the smaller boy yelled. “You said pirate’s code!”

  Avery felt a wave of relief wash through her. The smaller boy had tears in his eyes. “You said!”

  “I know.” Lucas kneeled down and patted the boy’s head. “And I promise any treasure you find you can keep, okay?”

  Now the older boy approached. He looked suspiciously at Avery and then said to Lucas, “What about her?”

  “She knows the pirate’s code too,” Lucas assured him. “But listen, everyone’s looking for you. So we have to go back now. Otherwise, they’ll know where to look for the treasure.”

  “Do we have to?” the smaller boy asked, sticking out his lower lip.

  “Yes. And if you promise never to wander off again, then I’ll bring you back here in a few days and we can dig for treasure together,” Lucas said.

  The boys’ eyes opened wide.

  “Promise?” the older one asked.

  “Absolutely,” Lucas said “Do we have a deal?”

  “Deal,” the older one said.

  “Deal,” echoed his brother.

  Lucas swept them up, one in each arm. “People were seriously worried about you, little dudes,” he confided.

  They started back down the beach and were about a hundred yards from the parasail boat when Sabrina saw them and started to run. “Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Where did you find them?”

  In a way, Avery was relieved to see how frantic she looked. So she wasn’t really a total ice queen after all.

  Lucas explained what had happened. Sabrina had tears in her eyes. She even hugged the boys and scolded them fondly. April and Owen looked equally relieved.

  “I’ve got to get both of you home,” Sabrina said, grabbing the boys’ hands and hurrying off with them.

  “What a relief,” April said.

  “Yeah,” Owen agreed, hanging his head. “I can’t believe what an idiot I was.”

  Avery looked at him, then down at the empty bottles in the sand.

  “Hey, don’t worry,” Owen said, reading her thoughts. “I’ll never let that happen again. I swear.”

  Avery gazed at him for a minute. She had a feeling he wouldn’t have to worry because there was no way he’d ever get the opportunity. The good news was, he seemed to have sobered up.

  “Man, you think by now I would’ve learned,” he muttered.

  “You’ve done this before?” April asked.

  “Not me,” Owen said, dipping into a funk. “My old man. He spent his whole life drinking and chasing women and ignoring the people he was supposed to be taking care of. I keep swearing I don’t want to be like him, and then I keep doing the same thing.”

  “But maybe not anymore, right?” April said.

  “Hey, are you kidding? Those two little kids were supposed to be my responsibility,” Owen said with a shiver. “If something bad happened to them, that would be the end. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

  The crisis averted, Lucas and Avery started back up the beach toward the house.

  “I think everyone owes you a big thanks,” Avery said.

  “Hey,” Lucas said with a shrug. “I just did what any guy would do.”

  “Actually, no, not any guy,” Avery said.

  “You don’t know that for a fact,” Lucas said, as if it was obvious who they were talking about. “Maybe he would have.”

  “Thanks, but you don’t have to stick up for him,” Avery muttered bitterly.

  Lucas didn’t answer. Avery knew she had to stop comparing Lucas to Curt.

  And now she knew why she had to stop.

  Because Lucas always came out ahead.

  Seven

  That evening Polly felt restless and she suspected several of the others felt the same way. The people next door were having a party, and the streets seemed filled with young people heading out to bars. Polly wished her roommates were in a better mood. She’d heard about the kids getting lost and how Avery and Lucas had found them. Tensions still seemed to be running high, though. Sabrina was walking around with a cloud over her head. Owen had tried to talk to her twice, and both times she’d given him the iciest looks imaginable. While Polly couldn’t blame Sabrina for being pissed, she did think it was interesting that she was finally letting her feelings show. It was obvious that Sabrina was capable of getting really upset about something. It was also interesting to watch Owen try so hard to apologize. Finally he’d given up and left with Martin and his pals.

  Avery and Curt had gone off somewhere with his band, and Lucas was out with that girl, Tara. Polly wished she had somewhere to go, but instead she’d ended up in the living room with Sabrina and April. Sabrina was flipping through a copy of Vogue almost as fast as April was flipping through channels on the television. Polly was working a particularly hard crossword puzzle and trying to block out the sound of the Gilligan’s Island theme song when Sabrina ruined her train of thought.

  “Polly, stop moping,” Sabrina said, “it’s depressing.”

  “Sorry,” Polly said, sounding startled. “I didn’t realize I was.”

  “Why aren’t you out somewhere?” Sabrina asked.

  “Why aren’t you?” Polly asked back.

  “After what happened today, I need a quiet night in,” Sabrina said. “But you should be out chatting up eligible bachelors.”

  “Easier for you than me,” Polly said glumly.

  Sabrina sighed. “You know, you could get a guy if you just tried a little harder.”

  Polly didn’t understand. “Believe me, I’m trying.”

  “I’m not talking about bar time,” Sabrina said. “I’m talking about presentation.”

  Polly wrinkled her forehead.

  April came to the rescue. “She’s talking about your appearance. Although I do think she could be a little less insulting about it.”

  Sabrina scrunched up her nose and stuck out her tongue at April.

  “If you really wanted to be helpful instead of critical, you could show her what to do,” April said to Sabrina.

  Sabrina gazed at the ceiling as if she was considering the idea. Finally she looked back at Polly. “It’s not like I have anything better to do. All right, time for your makeover.”

  “Makeover?” Polly tried to sound surprised, but of course, she knew exactly what Sabrina meant. That girl may have been a snob, but she had an uncanny way of knowing what was on other people’s minds. After checking out other girls around town, Polly had been thinking that her look could use some improvement.

  Sabrina tossed her magazine onto the coffee table and got up. “I’ll go grab my stuff from upstairs.”

  A minute later she was back with an assortment of makeup kits, flat irons, and a few other things Polly couldn’t even identify. They went into the downstairs bathroom, and Sabrina started straightening Polly’s hair.

  “If it’s straight, isn’t it just going to look limp?” Polly asked nervously.

  “Not when I’m finished with it,” Sabrina said confidently, and glanced back into the living room. “Come on, April, I could use some help.”

  “I’m busy,” April said from the couch.

  Sabrina smirked. “Watching TV isn’t busy. It’s an excuse for not doing something interesting. You’re the reason I’m doing this, and I know you know about makeup, so get in here.”

  April appeared in the bathroom doorway looking sullen. Meanwhile, Sabrina stared at Polly in the mirror until Polly began to fidget. “What?” she said.

  Instead of answering, Sabrina turned to April. “The eyebrows?”

  April nodded.

  “But I keep them plu
cked,” Polly protested weakly, trying not to listen to the sizzle as the flat iron smoothed her hair.

  “Please,” Sabrina groaned. “Making sure they don’t grow together in the middle of your forehead isn’t enough. You need to actually shape them.”

  Polly knew she was right, but she winced just the same. As much as she wanted to change her look, she was afraid.

  “Don’t worry,” Sabrina said, picking up a pair of tweezers. “I’ll do them for you. Then you’ll just have to maintain.”

  “Ouch!” Polly yelped as Sabrina yanked out the first few hairs.

  “Always hurts more if someone else has to do it,” April said. “Just remember, beauty is pain.”

  “I never hear Sabrina yelping,” Polly said.

  Sabrina laughed, and for once there wasn’t a trace of sarcasm in it. “That’s because most of what you’ve seen is natural. Back home I do plenty of screaming.”

  “Roughing it for the summer and you still look like a movie star. How very Ginger,” April said.

  “Ginger?” Sabrina said.

  April jerked her head toward the living room, where the television was still on and an episode of Gilligan’s Island was playing.

  Sabrina pouted. “And here I thought I was the millionaire’s wife.”

  “That would mean you’d be married to Owen. He’s definitely the millionaire,” Polly said.

  “Eww, please. Not in a million years would I marry Owen. Besides, it’s the twenty-first century—why can’t I be the millionaire?” Sabrina said.

  “And be married to some woman? That’s also very twenty-first century,” April teased.

  “I’d have a kept man.”

  “You can only have a kept man if you can keep a man,” Polly joked.

  “Listen, sweetheart, I could keep a man if I found one I wanted,” Sabrina said, half seriously.

  “But not Owen?” April asked.

  “Please. He’s not the millionaire. He’s Gilligan. You can count on him to always screw things up.”

  At least they don’t think I’m Gilligan, Polly thought, relieved.

  “You know, on second thought, why support some stupid husband while he does nothing?” Sabrina said. “I’m not even sure I’ll ever want to get married. My mother used to quote some famous dead woman who said that marriage means exchanging the affection of many men for the contempt of one. No, thank you. If Ginger really is a movie star, I’ll bet she has more money than the millionaire, anyway.”