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Dash asked.
    â€œNo,” Jamie said, shaking her head. “Not yet.”
    â€œDiscúlpame, no entiendo inglés,” Dash said, smiling and pretending not to understand English. He was good-looking and clearly romantic, but more than that, he had a kind of easy confidence. His friend Troy seemed like a junior varsity Romeo by comparison.
    Binky suddenly stood up and came over to them. “I hate to break up your tête-à-tête, but this meeting is actually about me and my quinceañera .”
    Dash turned away from Jamie and gave Binky a hug. “You’re right, sis. Mom would be so proud of you right now. Besides, I should get to golf practice. You coming, Troy?”
    â€œYeah, reluctantly.” Troy stood up and blew kisses at Alicia and Carmen. “One of you girls is going to be the future Mrs. Troy Haviland.”
    Carmen and Alicia guffawed at his audacity.
    â€œOh, yeah? Which one?” Alicia asked.
    â€œDoesn’t matter which one,” Troy said. “You’re both gorgeous.”
    â€œI feel so special right now—not,” Carmen said, shaking her head.
    â€œNice meeting you, Alicia and Carmen,” Dash said with sincerity. Then he turned to Jamie. “You’ll find that I don’t scare easily.”
    â€œYeah, yeah, you got mad game,” Jamie said, waving him away. But the smile on her face suggested she wanted anything but for him to go away.
    She watched him leave with a mixture of interest and frustration. He was cute, but so what? Clearly, he knew it, which made him automatically less cute. But then again, he also seemed smart, which was totally cute. She was in such a daze that she didn’t hear Alicia calling her.
    â€œJamie? Hello, Jamie?” Alicia said. “Time to go. We’re going to brainstorm some more about themes for Binky.” Turning, she said to their new client, “And you’ll meet us tomorrow afternoon at my house to give us your ideas and hammer out a plan. Sound good?”
    Binky nodded.
    â€œWorks for me,” Jamie said absently.
    Binky then walked the girls down to the dock and gave them each a bear hug. “This is the most fun I’ve had in, like, forever,” she said. “I can’t wait until tomorrow! How do you say good-bye in Latina?”
    â€œUmm, we usually just say adios,” Alicia said.
    â€œI was just kidding!” Binky laughed. “I’m blond, but not a dumb blond. Adios! Adios! Adios!”
    She gave them all gigantic hugs once again and ran back up the dock, disappearing from view.

“SO, WHAT DO you think?” Carmen asked on the ride back to reality.
    â€œShe’s friendlier than I would’ve thought,” Alicia said.
    â€œShe’s not friendly, she’s fake,” Jamie countered. The fresh air and salt water had cleared her mind of Dash—mostly—and she was back on her anti-Binky bent. “And she’s used to buying her friends.”
    â€œI dunno,” Carmen said. “I get the feeling that Binky’s the sort of girl who knows a lot of people, but doesn’t necessarily have a ton of close friends.”
    â€œMe, too,” Alicia concurred.
    â€œWell, asking people, ‘How do you say good-bye in Latina?’ is not the way to make friends,” Jamie said, clearly bothered. “It’s, like, hello, Einstein, ‘Latina’ isn’t a language.”
    â€œShe was just joking,” Carmen said.
    â€œAre you so sure of that?” Jamie asked.
    There was a moment of silence as all three girls stared into the distance. The sun was setting, and the Mortimer island receded into the distance like a picture on a postcard or in a travel magazine. The air was sultry—the classic Miami mix of hot and humid—and the waters of Biscayne Bay glistened, emerald and aquamarine.
    â€œI feel like I’m in a movie,” Alicia and Carmen said at the same time.
    They both began