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said without looking at Coen.
    Coen glared at her then faced Derek. “So what’s your problem?”
    “Oh,” Derek said. “It’s nothing…just some girl.”
    “A girl?” Sydney asked. “Who?”
    “Her name is Paola.”
    “Ooh,” Henry said. “I like it.”
    Derek ignored him. “I saw her on the beach this morning. She’s a surfer and she’s awesome at it. I mean, she’s better than me. Her hair is brown but it’s blonde at the same time.” He talked with his hands, pretending that he was feeling the strands. “It’s hard to explain. And she has a gorgeous body. I mean, I was fucking drooling. Her thighs were thick and her ass…yowza.  She isn’t skinny. She’s toned and strong. It’s so freaking hot.”
    “So she has a body like Sydney?” Coen said.
    Derek grimaced. “Eww. Gross!”
    “Ouch,” Sydney said.
    “Sorry,” Derek said. “I just see you as a sister. I imagined you in a swimsuit and I wanted to vomit.”
    “Uh, thanks…” Sydney said.
    Coen laughed. “I like that response.
    “And she was the winner of the women’s competition, so she’s even cooler. Her face is so…elegant. She has a tiny freckle in the corner of her mouth that’s hard to see, but it’s there. She doesn’t wear any makeup and she still looks amazing. I mean, wow. She wears this—”
    “Okay,” Henry said. “We get it.”
    “Yeah,” Sydney said. “You’re totally hooked.”
    “Why didn’t you talk to her?” Coen said.
    “I did…actually,” Derek said.
    Henry raised an eyebrow. “That didn’t go well?”
    “No,” Derek said with a sigh. “I sounded like a total weirdo.”
    “That’s not surprising,” Coen said.
    Derek glared at him. “I don’t know what happened. I just lost my mind. My words poured out my mouth without any thought. I sounded so stupid.”
    “So you were yourself?” Sydney teased.
    Coen looked at her. “He reminds me of you.”
    “What?” she said.
    Coen smiled. “You sounded so stupid when we met. I couldn’t believe you were the top of our class after listening to the crap that came out of your mouth.”
    Sydney stared at him. “If this is your way of seducing me, it’s not working.”
    Henry glanced at the fighting couple then looked at Derek. “Try again.”
    ‘I don’t want to freak her out,” Derek said.
    “You probably already did,” Coen said with a laugh.
    Derek sighed then took a bite of his pizza, not sure what else to do. He chewed it while Sydney continued to glare at Coen. Henry leaned toward Ren’s ear and whispered to her. She giggled then kissed him gently.
    When he looked toward the left, he saw the light colored hair he’d seen that morning. Paola walked to the table carrying a tray. She and two girls took a seat by the window. When she sat down, she crossed her legs and kept her back straight. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before she grabbed her fork and ate her salad. Derek stared at her, glancing at her legs underneath the table. She was wearing jean shorts and a black tank top. Her breasts were curved and the shirt was tight around her waist. He felt his heart pound. “That’s her,” he whispered.
    “Who?” Henry asked.
    Derek nodded to the left. “Paola. She’s wearing black. Is she not the hottest girl you’ve ever seen?”
    Coen stared straight ahead, not looking at Paola. Henry looked down at his phone.
    Sydney rolled her eyes. “I know you check out other girls when I’m not around. So stop pretending.”
    “Baby, I don’t look at anyone else.”
    “I thought you weren’t a liar?” Sydney said.
    “I’m not,” Coen said as he looked her in the eye. “Why would I when I have you?”
    Her eyes softened but she said nothing.
    Ren smiled at Henry. “You can look.”
    “I’ll just take Derek’s word for it.”
    Ren shook her head. “It really doesn’t bother me. “
    “It’s disrespectful,” Henry said.
    “Whatever,” Sydney said. “I’m looking.” She turned and stared at Paola.