Mark cannonballs into the pool’s deep end, intent on having fun. That’s why he came on this damn trip in the first place, isn’t it? He plunges beneath the surface of the cool, blue, chlorinated water with his eyes closed, and waits until his feet touch the bottom of the pool before pushing up for the surface. He emerges gasping for breath, arms splashing at his sides.
But when he wipes his hair back from his face, he finds himself alone in the deep end. He swims in a circle, looking for the others. Jamie is at one of the lounge chairs beside the pool, stripping out of his tank top and shorts without any inhibition. Beneath those baggy Bermudas, he wears a pair of skin-tight Speedos that leave little to the imagination. Mark stares openly—damn, that kid has a tight bod! Two years ago, Mark
