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T h e wat e r wa s s o co l d i t to o k H e at h e r ’s b r e at h
away as she fought past the kids crowding the beach and
standing in the shallows, waving towels and homemade
signs, cheering and calling up to the remaining jumpers.
She took a deep breath and went under. The sound of
voices, of shouting and laughter, was immediately muted.
Only one voice stayed with her.
I didn’t mean for it to happen.
Those eyes; the long lashes, the mole under his right
eyebrow.
There’s just something about her.
Something about her. Which meant: Nothing about you.
She’d been planning to tell him she loved him tonight.
The cold was thunderous, a buzzing rush through her
body. Her denim shorts felt as though they’d been weighted
N o o n e o n t h e b e ac h wa s c h e e r i n g f o r D o d g e
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“ T es t i n g, t es t i n g. O n e, t wo, t h r e e.” T h at wa s D i g -
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Heather reached the top of the ridge just as Derek Klieg got a
running start and hurled himself into the air, body contorted,
shouting. A few seconds later, a cheer went up as he hit.
Natalie was crouching a few feet away from the edge,
her face pale; for a second, Heather thought she heard her
counting. Then Nat turned and blinked repeatedly, as though
trying to bring Heather’s face into focus. She opened her
mouth and closed it again.
Heather’s heart was beating hard and high. “Hey, Nat,” she
said, just as Natalie straightened up.
“What the hell are you doing?” Natalie spat out.
Now Heather registered everything, all at once: the ache
in her hands and thighs, the pain in her fingers, the sharp
bite of the wind. Natalie looked furious. She was shaking,
although that might have been the cold.
“I’m going to jump,” Heather said, realizing, as she said it,
how stupid it sounded—how stupid it was. All of a sudden,
she thought she might puke.
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