moment.
“Obviously he adores you,” Lara assured her from below, and Jessica felt instantly relieved. “Remember how he swept you up the moment he saw you? He wouldn’t change his mind that fast. No boy is capable of such quick thinking.”
Greer turned on her reading light and held up the copy of Seventeen magazine she’d been reading before they went to bed. She pointed to the cover. “It says in here that communication is the key to a great romance,” she commented. “Personally I think a set of six-pack abs is more crucial, but I’m not the expert they chose to consult for this article. The point is, maybe you should ask Connor what’s up.”
Jessica fell back into her bed. “I can’t,” she wailed. “I’m too embarrassed!”
Lara got up from her bed and padded over to the window overlooking the rocky, moonlit beach. “Look,”she said, pointing to the black outlines of the trees sil-houetted against the sparkling water. “You’re in one of the most romantic places on earth. But even romance demands practicality.” She yawned and stretched sleepily. “So you need to plan a date night. A really, really great date night, where you dress up, you flirt, you share a little wine—”
“Then you seduce him!” Greer squealed.
Lara sighed. “Greer,” she said, her voice sounding tired, “be serious. We’re going for subtlety. Jessica tried throwing herself at him already and it didn’t work. Connor needs wooing. ”
Greer folded her arms across her chest defiantly. “But I was being serious. You go on a great date—you know, eating dinner, watching the sun set, holding hands, all that—and then I guarantee you he’ll be trying to take your clothes off by ten P.M. ”
Lara walked over and put her hand gently on Jessica’s ankle. “You’ll have to excuse Greer—she has the patience of a six-year-old.”
Greer harrumphed from her corner and flipped the pages of her magazine.
“But she has a point,” Lara went on, clambering back into her bunk. “If you don’t feel like you can talk to Connor about this stuff right now, then don’t. Instead you can just be sweet to him and enjoy a romantic evening together andsee where things lead. But I promise you it’s not about something you’ve done wrong, or some other girl he’s suddenly decided that he likes.”
Jessica let herself sigh one last time, and then she said, “Okay, you’re probably right.” She plumped up her pillow and pulled the jacquard comforter up to her chin. Her cousins were older and wiser, and she should trust them. “Thanks, guys. I think I feel a little better.”
“Anytime,” Lara said. “Now let’s pester Greer about her love life.”
At that, Greer dove down under the covers, prompting squeals from both Jessica and Lara.
“Tell, tell!” Jessica practically shrieked, immediately forgetting her woes. If cool-as-a-cucumber Greer was burying her head under the blankets, there must be a good reason for it. Or, more accurately, a hot-male reason for it.
After another few seconds, Greer reemerged with an embarrassed grin on her face. “Hunter Brown,” she said mysteriously, and then pretended to be absorbed in her Seventeen magazine again.
“Stop torturing us,” Lara cried, and Greer closed the magazine and looked up at them, blinking innocently.
“He’s my tennis coach,” Greer admitted after a moment, which sparked Lara to make a tsk-tsk sound. “Yeah,” she went on, rolling her eyes, “I’m hot for teacher. But the thing is, it’s not just that he’s my coach.” She gazed for a momentat the wall of Lara’s movie posters and then went on. “It’s that we already hooked up at Chace’s party.”
“Whoa, Speedy Gonzales! You met him that night and hooked up with him?” Jessica asked incredulously. She couldn’t believe how fast her cousin moved. Were all New Yorkers as audacious as Greer?
“Arriba,” Greer said drily, nodding as if it were no big deal. “Then I blew him off
“Obviously he adores you,” Lara assured her from below, and Jessica felt instantly relieved. “Remember how he swept you up the moment he saw you? He wouldn’t change his mind that fast. No boy is capable of such quick thinking.”
Greer turned on her reading light and held up the copy of Seventeen magazine she’d been reading before they went to bed. She pointed to the cover. “It says in here that communication is the key to a great romance,” she commented. “Personally I think a set of six-pack abs is more crucial, but I’m not the expert they chose to consult for this article. The point is, maybe you should ask Connor what’s up.”
Jessica fell back into her bed. “I can’t,” she wailed. “I’m too embarrassed!”
Lara got up from her bed and padded over to the window overlooking the rocky, moonlit beach. “Look,”she said, pointing to the black outlines of the trees sil-houetted against the sparkling water. “You’re in one of the most romantic places on earth. But even romance demands practicality.” She yawned and stretched sleepily. “So you need to plan a date night. A really, really great date night, where you dress up, you flirt, you share a little wine—”
“Then you seduce him!” Greer squealed.
Lara sighed. “Greer,” she said, her voice sounding tired, “be serious. We’re going for subtlety. Jessica tried throwing herself at him already and it didn’t work. Connor needs wooing. ”
Greer folded her arms across her chest defiantly. “But I was being serious. You go on a great date—you know, eating dinner, watching the sun set, holding hands, all that—and then I guarantee you he’ll be trying to take your clothes off by ten P.M. ”
Lara walked over and put her hand gently on Jessica’s ankle. “You’ll have to excuse Greer—she has the patience of a six-year-old.”
Greer harrumphed from her corner and flipped the pages of her magazine.
“But she has a point,” Lara went on, clambering back into her bunk. “If you don’t feel like you can talk to Connor about this stuff right now, then don’t. Instead you can just be sweet to him and enjoy a romantic evening together andsee where things lead. But I promise you it’s not about something you’ve done wrong, or some other girl he’s suddenly decided that he likes.”
Jessica let herself sigh one last time, and then she said, “Okay, you’re probably right.” She plumped up her pillow and pulled the jacquard comforter up to her chin. Her cousins were older and wiser, and she should trust them. “Thanks, guys. I think I feel a little better.”
“Anytime,” Lara said. “Now let’s pester Greer about her love life.”
At that, Greer dove down under the covers, prompting squeals from both Jessica and Lara.
“Tell, tell!” Jessica practically shrieked, immediately forgetting her woes. If cool-as-a-cucumber Greer was burying her head under the blankets, there must be a good reason for it. Or, more accurately, a hot-male reason for it.
After another few seconds, Greer reemerged with an embarrassed grin on her face. “Hunter Brown,” she said mysteriously, and then pretended to be absorbed in her Seventeen magazine again.
“Stop torturing us,” Lara cried, and Greer closed the magazine and looked up at them, blinking innocently.
“He’s my tennis coach,” Greer admitted after a moment, which sparked Lara to make a tsk-tsk sound. “Yeah,” she went on, rolling her eyes, “I’m hot for teacher. But the thing is, it’s not just that he’s my coach.” She gazed for a momentat the wall of Lara’s movie posters and then went on. “It’s that we already hooked up at Chace’s party.”
“Whoa, Speedy Gonzales! You met him that night and hooked up with him?” Jessica asked incredulously. She couldn’t believe how fast her cousin moved. Were all New Yorkers as audacious as Greer?
“Arriba,” Greer said drily, nodding as if it were no big deal. “Then I blew him off
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