been scheming to keep me off it. “I’d love that,” I tell Veronika, flashing her my dimples. She giggles like a schoolgirl. We exchange numbers, and she saunters off with the exaggerated sway of her hips. I’m pretty sure that lady wants to bone me. I stretch my towel over one of the loungers and settle on top of it, deciding to scroll on my phone for a while before swimming laps. I just completed
