bleached blond hair, combing it back into golden white streaks. The boy’s red swim trunks hung dangerously low, flirting between inappropriate and just enough room for imagination. I took one look at him and my heart fluttered, but I quickly pushed the stirring feeling away. What is wrong with you, Jackie? I screamed at myself. His gaze flickered over me casually, and the water droplets caught in his eyelashes sparkled in the sunlight. He turned to his father. “Where’s she going to stay?” he questioned, ignoring me as if I weren’t there. “Cole,” George responded in a voice that was meant to reprimand his son. “Don’t be so rude. Jackie is our guest.” Cole shrugged. “What? We’re not running a hotel here. I, for one, am not sharing a room.” “I don’t want to share either,” another boy complained. “Me either,” someone else added. Before a chorus of complaints rang out, George held up his hands. “Nobody is going to have to share or give up their room,” he said. “Jackie will have an entirely new room.” “New room?” Cole asked as he crossed his arms over his bare chest. “Where’s that?” Katherine shot him a look. “The studio.” “But, Aunt Kathy!” one of the other boys started to say. “You did have a bed moved in there while I was gone, right, George?” she asked, cutting off one of her nephews. “Of course. Not all of the supplies have been moved out, but it will have to do in the meantime,” he told his wife. Then he turned to Cole and gave him a look that said “knock it off.” “You can help Jackie move her things,” he added. “No complaining.” Cole turned back to me, his gaze unnerving. My skin blazed like a bad sunburn where his eyes touched my body, and when they lingered too long on my chest, I crossed my arms in discomfort.