“Wow. Morbid.” I laugh.
They both laugh too.
“So…” April’s tone shifts, and I catch it immediately. “How are the boyfriends?”
I sigh. “I don’t have any boyfriends.”
“Are you still going to dinner with Finn the seaman?” June asks, giggling.
“He’s not really a seaman.” I try not to smile. “He’s a rescue swimmer.”
“I know.” June rolls her eyes. “Seaman is just way more fun to say.”
We all laugh, because honestly, we’re just girls.
“So are you going to dinner or what?” April presses.
“Yeah.” That’s all it takes. The questions come immediately.
“What are you going to wear?”
“When was the last time you shaved your legs?”
“Are you going to put out?”
“It’s just dinner.” My tone turns more serious. “I’m not putting out anything. I’m not doing more than having dinner with a very nice guy.”
“Very attractive guy,” April adds.
“Well, wait, what do you mean?” I frown. “How do you know?”
She scoffs. “Please.”
They both start laughing.
“Do you know how many Coast Guard rescue swimmers named Finn are in Depoe Bay?” June says.
“You googled him,” I accuse.
“Technically, that was me.” June lifts a hand in surrender, and they both laugh again. “He’s a fine specimen,” she adds.
“You two are relentless.” I shake my head. “Yes, he’s attractive, but I barely know the guy. We’re going to work together. It’s just dinner.”
“That’s what I said,” April replies. “I said it’s just dinner, and then after dinner we were dry humping under the stars.”
I burst out laughing, because my perfect older sister doing something that wild in public is something I will never fully believe, even if she swears it happened.
“Have you heard from Aiden?” June asks suddenly. “I’m still Team Aiden.”
“No. Yesterday, when we went to the fire station, most of them were out on a call helping with a fire in Lincoln City, so we’ll be going back sometime next week.”
“Damn.” June sighs dramatically. “It must be so hard to be you. Having to choose between a hot rescue swimmer and a hot fireman. What a difficult life you live.”
Before I can respond, April jumps in. “June, shut up. May I remind you that you’ve been secretly making out with that hot-ass soccer player? Who are you jealous of, exactly?”
They start arguing, voices overlapping, both of them talking at once, when something catches my eye through the window.
I frown and sit up straighter.
