CHAPTER 18
VIOLET
If I close my eyes and keep really still, maybe they’ll all go away.
It was a good plan until a wave washed over my head and left me spluttering. Of course, the reporters caught that on camera, as well as the other eleven times I’d fallen off my freaking surfboard so far. As predicted, Kane had made a half-hearted attempt to teach me, then given up, and Dawson’s friend was nowhere to be seen. I tried to crawl back to my towel, but Debbie flicked her hand, telling me to go out to sea and embarrass myself. Again.
In the distance, Kane crested a wave and stood up, slicking his hair back with one hand into that artfully dishevelled look he’d perfected over the years. And me? I’d managed the dishevelled part, but “artful” still eluded me. One of my boobs threatened to pop
