Maileah sauntered into the kitchen, her mind still on Sailor. Even though she hadn’t wanted to take surfing lessons initially, Sailor was easygoing—and awfully cute. Idly, she wondered if she had a chance with him. If Junie wasn’t interested in him.
Her grandmother looked up from the local newspaper she was reading. “How were the surfing lessons?” Ella asked, looking over the rims of her reading glasses.
“Pretty good,” Maileah replied, hoping she sounded sufficiently nonchalant. “Junie was right. Splashing around in the ocean felt good.”
“Must have been good exercise,” Ella said, slowly turning a page. “I haven’t seen you look this good since you arrived. Sailor is a champion surfer, but how is he at teaching?”
“He’s good. And he practically saved me from drowning.”
“Good heavens!” El
