I sigh, thinking of Sanny back at the resort, probably wrapped head to toe in cooling seaweed as we speak. The asshole made a loud song and dance at lunch about getting seasick and ducked back to the hotel. I should have joined him. Because now six grown men are looking at me, a shark balanced between them, waiting for me to man up and take a damn picture. “Fine,” I huff, holding up a finger. “One picture. And I’m standing behind it, not holding it. Mars, stay right where you are.” Mars continues to hold the belly of the shark and the other guys cheer as I take Jake’s place by the tail. All
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