he shook his head. He’d never told this story to anyone, and here he was about to lay it on a practical stranger. “In the ocean. My mother told my brother to watch me, but he got distracted.”
“That sounds awful,” she said carefully. “How old was your brother?”
“Ten. And already a rock star—in his own mind, anyway.”
Her brow furrowed and then cleared. “Rock star.” She grinned. “Dev Stone is your brother.”
He shrugged. “I guess someone had to get stuck with the job.”
She nodded slowly. “I’m tutoring tonight. Eight o’clock at Pablo’s.”
“Great! I’ll see you...”
But she was already walking away, her long, tanned legs making him ache with every move.
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