“Get in here, Alice,” Charlie calls. “Biggest splash you can make.” “I’m good. I don’t want to get my hair wet.” The two of them give each other a look, and then Charlie swims to the ladder and pulls himself out. He stalks toward me. I set the tray of sandwiches and iced tea down. “No,” I say, seeing the look on his face. “Don’t even think about it.” With a grin, Charlie scoops me up. “Too late.” “I hate you,” I say as he carries me to the edge of the dock, my arms around his neck. He smiles at me, water running down his face in glistening rivulets. “Nah,” he says. “You love me.”
