Bluedawn (A Watermagic Novel, #2)
out the windblown tangles. Looking at Dylan, I
couldn’t help but feel inadequate.
    I picked up a book on the edge of the table.
It was the Odyssey . “Have you read this?”
    He took the novel into his hands and flipped
through the pages. “I’m reading it right now. Some of the local
fishermen recommended I read it.”
    I scrunched my eyes together slightly. “Since
when are fishermen into classic literature?”
    He snickered lightly. “They’re obsessed with
some of the bizarre sightings lately. Funny enough, they seem to be
into in all this Greek mythology and because I’m their friend and
enjoy reading and that kind of thing, they asked me to look over
the book. They’re a little crazy.”
    “How funny—a band of insane fisherman.”
    That made him laugh.
    “Do you like the story?”
    “Yeah.” His eyes widened. “Pretty exciting
stuff actually.” He ran his fingers through his hair.
    “We read both the Illiad and the Odyssey in English class, but I just rushed through them.
Maybe I should give the books another try.
    “Maybe…” He lifted an eyebrow. And then, to
my surprise he looked at me carefully. Something about his stare
confused me.
    I wondered what he was thinking, but before I
could ask, he said, “Maybe we shouldn’t go to the bonfire.” He
looked at his watch.
    “Why not?” I asked disappointed.
    “It’s almost curfew.” He looked
uncomfortable.
    “I doubt if the police will enforce it.”
    His mind seemed to be reeling with enigmatic
thoughts. “Okay.” He paused in further contemplation. “Let’s get
out of here.”
    After throwing the bag of food from the
market over his shoulder, he took my hand for the second time.
“Come on.”
    Again, electricity shot through my body at
his touch. I wanted to kick myself for that. I feared I was the
only one feeling something. When I glanced at his face, I couldn’t
tell what was going through his mind.
    Once we were outside with the orange light of
the torches on his beautiful face, he cautioned, “Now be warned—my
friends are going to hit on you, so just ignore them.”
    “What do you mean?” I wasn’t used to that
many boys taking an interest in me. At school, most guys never even
seemed to notice me.
    “Look at you,” he sighed.
    I looked perplexed. “What about me?”
    “You’re every dude’s dream.”
    I burst out laughing. “Are you making fun of
me?”
    “No!” his voice lifted. He actually looked
surprised by my reaction.
    I shook my head and didn’t say anything else
about it. If he saw me as a dream girl, I certainly wasn’t going to
ruin that fantasy for him as ludicrous as it was. Maybe he was
really blind and that was why he led me around in the dark.
Whatever he saw in me, nobody else saw it.
    When we got to the beach, I spotted a bonfire
ahead. As we got closer, I noticed a bunch of teenagers relaxing on
blankets and some people dancing. The music was not too loud. Led
Zeppelin was playing in its entrancing intensity; it was the same
CD Mom always played in the car. The sounds were almost
hypnotic.
    “Hot dogs here,” Dylan called out as we
approached.
    A lot of people looked over at us and several
kids waved or nodded at Dylan. “Rock on, Dyl,” one guy yelled
out.
    Dylan set down the bag on one of the Mexican
blankets covering a large portion of sand. I noticed some people
glancing over at us. I got the feeling people were wondering if he
was interested in me.
    We sat near the food and he took the heart
chocolate out of the bag and handed it to me.
    “Better take this now before they devour
it.”
    “Thanks.” I smiled at his thoughtfulness.
    He pulled out some of the bottles from the
bag and started mixing them together. “I have a special drink for
you—alcohol free.” After the concoction became a bit mysterious, he
handed it to me.
    Hesitantly, I tasted the grey drink. As the
cool liquid washed through my mouth, my surprise escalated. “This
is delicious!” My eyes lit up. “What’s

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