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mention of Binky’s mother, Jamie softened. “How old were you when she passed away?”
    â€œEighteen months,” Binky said.
    â€œSo, you don’t remember anything about her?” Jamie asked.
    â€œNot a thing,” Binky said. “But I always tell people, don’t be fooled by the blond hair and blue eyes; I’m proud of my Latina heritage.”
    Jamie took a deep breath. It was obvious that she wasn’t sure what to make of Binky. She was about to ask how Binky could be proud of her Hispanic heritage when she didn’t know anything about it when two guys—two oddly familiar guys—approached.
    â€œHey, I recognize you,” the blond one said. “The lovely ladies from the Santa Maria .”
    â€œKnock it off, Troy,” Binky warned, laughing. She stood up and pointed to the quiet one with the dark hair and impossibly long eyelashes. “ Chicas , this is my brother, Dash Mortimer. And this piece of country-club vermin is his best friend, Troy Haviland.”
    Binky punched Troy in the arm. From the way she teased him about his upper-crust status, it seemed suddenly clear that she didn’t take the whole richer-than-God thing that seriously—at least all the time.
    â€œEnchanted,” Troy said, kissing the hand of each of the girls.
    â€œ Encantado ,” Dash said, bowing.
    â€œOh, yes, the Spanish-speaking member of the Mortimer family,” Jamie said, with a faint tinge of sass in her voice, although both Alicia and Carmen could also hear a quaver. They exchanged glances. Jamie never quavered around guys.
    â€œSí ¿y usted? ¿Hablas español?” Dash asked, sitting next to Jamie. He looked deep into her eyes, as if she and he were the only two people in the entire world.
    Jamie, whose Spanish-language skills were limited, felt herself flush and scooted her towel away from him. It was unnerving to have someone look so closely at one, as though they could read one’s soul. “It doesn’t matter if I speak it or not,” she said, answering him in English. “I’m one hundred percent Latina.”
    â€œWhat you are,” Dash said flirtatiously, “is one hundred percent beautiful.”
    Jamie flushed deeper and looked away.
    â€œSo, you girls are helping my sister with her quinceañera , right?” Dash asked, taking his eyes off Jamie for just a moment. He quickly turned back. “Do you need a chambelán to escort you to Binky’s quince ?”
    Jamie shook her head, trying to slow her suddenly racing heart. “Only the girls in the court need a chambelán .”
    Dash winked. “Oh, I don’t know about that. A girl as beautiful as you should always have a chambelán to do your bidding.”
    â€œYou want to do my bidding?” Jamie asked. She was about to say something flirty, funny, maybe a little saucy, because for a moment she really had forgotten that they were surrounded by other people. Until—
    â€œWhat he wants to do is ask you out, but he’s too corny to say so right out,” Troy interjected.
    Jamie’s face turned red, and she tried to get back on course. She made a halfhearted attempt to turn toward Alicia and engage in conversation with her. But Dash was having none of that.
    He pulled Jamie up from her seat and away from the other loungers. “Sorry to take you away,” he whispered, “but Troy is right. I would like to ask you out. So, um, would it be cool if maybe I—um—called you sometime?” His eyes were hopeful and, Jamie couldn’t help noticing, adorable.
    â€œYou could,” she said, “but you can’t if I don’t give you my number.” She didn’t understand where this new flirtatiousness was coming from, but she didn’t really care. She hadn’t felt this way in ages, and she had to admit she didn’t want the feeling to go away.
    â€œWell, could I have your number?”