ESMEThe roar of the outboard motor was the only thing filling the silence between us, and frankly, I preferred the mechanical scream to the pictures my messed up mind was relentlessly trying to bring up. The salt air was whipping my hair into a chaotic bird’s nest, and the sun was beating down on the Gulf with a vengeance. I sat at the stern, clutching the railing firmly as the boat sliced through the turquoise water."Seriously, Es, loosen up," Logan, my brother shouted over the engine. He was leaning against the center console, looking entirely too relaxed in his board shorts and polarized shades. "You look like a lovesick puppy whose favorite chew toy just got run over by a dump truck."I glared at him, pulling my vintage, short-sleeve button-down top tighter over my swim bra. It was a hideous neon pink thing I’d bought about a week ago in a fit of post-breakup rage, and I already regretted it. "I am not lovesick, Logan. I’m annoyed because I have every right to be. There’s a di
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