“You think Rory is hot?” I tease.
He rolls his eyes. “That’s not what I said.”
“Uh, it sort of is.”
“Is your scary boyfriend the one I should ask about taking my dad’s boat out?” Flynn asks, swinging his keys around one finger.
Interestingly, he seems to want to change the topic. Normally, he’ll discuss anything.
“No, you should ask Dusty. He’s the manager.” I point toward the marina office. “He’ll assign someone to help you.”
“Cool. You want to come out with me?”
“I can’t,” I say, gesturing to my outfit. “I’m working.”
“Working where?”
“Workinghere. I’m waitressing at the yacht club this summer.”
He looks confused. “Why?”
I roll my eyes. “Most eighteen-year-olds have summer jobs, Flynn.”
“I didn’t.”
“That does not shock me.”
Flynn smirks, unabashed. “So, this is like a riches-to-rags kind of thing? See how the other half lives?”
“I’m just trying something new. Like you, with law school.”
“Law school is not me trying something new. It’s my father’s ultimatum—go or get cut off.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
He sighs. “I should have told him to fuck off … but I really love being rich.”
I laugh, shaking my head.
“Was probably time to try something else,” Flynn continues. “Kit has a career and a whole-ass kid already. I’m way behind.”
“Measuring your life against someone else’s means you’re livingtheirs, not yours,” I tell him.
Flynn gives me a faux-impressed look. “And everyone says you and Rory couldn’t be more different.”
“Since you hate my sister, I’m not sure that’s a compliment.”
“I don’t hate her.Shestrongly dislikesme, and I gave up on changing her mind.”
“Huh,” I say.
Flynn waves at someone behind me. “There are Joe and Vance. See ya, Wren.”
“Bye, Flynn,” I reply, then continue toward the patio.
Aaron is exiting the kitchen entrance as I approach, a mug of steaming coffee in one hand. He smiles when he sees me, but it’s a little uncertain.
“I’m sorry,” I blurt when I reach him.
