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I didn’t thinkthat Gavin would really stay away from me. Maybe I just didn’t want him to, but either way, what I wasn’t expecting was for him to be knocking on the front door bright and early the next day.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him, and he grins at me.
“I’m going to prove to you that you’re not cursed.”
I blink at him, wondering if I’m still dreaming or something but nope. Gavin is standing on Madelyn’s front porch in a pair of swim trunks and a dark blue T-shirt.
“No,” I say, trying to close the door, but he catches it before I can.
“What do you have to lose? Let me take you out. Either you prove that you’re right or I do.”
“And when I’m right? Will you stay away from me?”
“Yeah, sure,” he says, but I can tell that he’s not happy about it.
“Fine.”
“Good. Now get dressed. You’re going to need a swimsuit and comfortable shoes.”
I open the door and let him inside before I head up the stairs. I need to get away from him so that I can think this through and calm my racing heart.
I should tell him that I can’t go, maybe make up some excuse or some fake plans. I’m betting that he would just call Lyla, Sutton, or Iris though to confirm my plans and find out that I was lying.
Looks like this is happening.
I’ll just try to make sure that nothing bad happens to him. I’ll keep my distance and everything will be fine.
I have to dig through my suitcases to find my swimsuit. I tug that on, pulling on a loose-fitting summer dress over it. I have a pair of slip-on flip-flops and I shove my feet into them before I head back downstairs.
“I just want to warn you again—” I start as I come down the stairs and he grabs my hand, cutting me off as he pulls me outside.
“Yeah, yeah, that you're cursed and something bad is going to happen. I’ll take my chances.”
“You should take this seriously!” I argue as he pulls me over to his Jeep.
“Oh, I am,” he says. My heart kicks against my ribcage as his blue eyes meet mine.
He helps me into the passenger seat and then climbs behind the wheel.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask him as he heads toward town.
“I’ve today all planned out. We’re going to go zip-lining, parasailing, kayaking, jet-skiing, and we’re grabbing a bite to eat.”
“Are you crazy! We’re going to get hurt. Or one of us is going to die!” I argue as I turn to grab the door handle.
“No, we’re not. Well, we’re not as long as you don’t jump out of a moving car!” he says, grabbing my hand and tugging me back into the seat before I can get to the door.
“Are you crazy?” I ask him again and he shakes his head.
“No, and you’re not cursed.”
“Okay, but I tell you that I’m cursed and you decide to test it out by doing a ton of dangerous things. That seems pretty crazy to me.”
“It’s the fastest way to make you see that you’re not cursed.”