I push Dirk away with superhuman strength, sending him flying backward to land on his ass. "It's Wade," I hiss. "Five days early. I'm not ready."
"Why'd you stop kissing me?"
He has a point. We were set up perfectly to make Wade jealous. What have I done? "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," I hiss. "I blew the plan."
Wade's coming closer up the shore, and I got nothing. All my scheming and wishing is going to land me a big, fat goose egg.
But I do have something left up my sleeve! Or in this case, in my back pocket. I take Marie's super sauce out my pants pocket. I wave the metal cylinder at Dirk and give him a thumb's up.
I've got about three seconds to spare before Wade comes in reach, and I fling the cover off the container and spray the whole thing all over me. In my hair. Down my shirt. Down
