But then I spot Felix. He’s on the deck with Miles, and I can tell when he notices us. His body goes still. And then it goes fast. He races toward us, and as he gets closer and our eyes meet, I know it’s only me he sees. It stops me in my tracks. “Whoa,” Bridget says. “Whoa,” I agree. When Felix reaches me, he picks me up, clean off the ground, hugging me tight. I wrap my legs around his waist and press my face into his skin, the bronzed curve where his shoulder meets his neck. Salt and sun and wind and trees. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” he says. His voice vibrates through me, and I grip
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