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- Author: Olivia Worley
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It’s a view you could kill for. Or maybe it’s to die for. As the boat sails
forward, those are the two phrases that run through my head. I don’t really
know why, except that they feel true—because this is the kind of place you
can only describe in clichés.
Lawrence Island rises out of the waves like a mirage, an oasis of land
after miles of sea so clear and blue it shouldn’t be real. The dock leads up to
a beach, blinding white, dotted with palm trees and glittering rocks. Farther
on, there’s a terrace, a pool, and then, looking over it all, the house. It’s
Spanish-style, three stories of stucco and a clay roof, with curved windows
and iron balconies, more palms flanking the sides like royal guards.
As we near the dock, I take a moment to breathe in the salty air, the
humidity already teasing my hair into its natural wave. I fix my ponytail,
raking unruly pieces back into order, and then close my eyes, letting the sun
bake my cheeks, my bare shoulders.
This place would be perfect for the kind of content my followers want
to see: workout videos on the beach. Vlogs where I make guilt-free virgin
daiquiris. Pictures of me in a sponsored leggings set, stretching against a
backdrop of sea and sky. But I gave my phone to a PA at the airport, so for
the next three weeks, my followers will have to settle for posts I scheduled
back home in Dallas.
For the next three weeks, I get to disappear.
“You okay?” Max Overby asks from across the small boat.
My face goes hot. So much for disappearing.
“Yeah,” I tell him. “Sorry.”
Right away, I regret it. I’m always apologizing for things I don’t need
to, instinct from years of hearing Ms. Tammy’s hoarse shouts in the studio.
Toes pointed. No sickling. Eyes up, Lyons. Do you think the floor is going to
fall out from under you?
Max adjusts his glasses, blue eyes bright behind them. It makes me
weirdly nervous, so I look at his camera instead. I don’t know who Max had
to charm for permission to bring the camera with him, since we were
supposed to leave our devices behind, but he hasn’t put it away since we got
on the boat.
“This an interview?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“No. Genuine concern.” He puts the camera away, a crooked smile
curving on his lips. “You looked a little seasick.”
A warm, wobbly feeling rushes through me, which I did not sign up for,
so I look down at his sneakers, the crew socks sticking out from them.
They’re green with little cartoon sea turtles. Wait, did Max Overby
coordinate his socks with the marine life? And why do I find that so
Eyes up, Lyons.
“Just not a fan of boats,” I say, picking the first real excuse I can think
of. “I’ve seen Jaws and Titanic. As far as I’m concerned, sea travel should
be avoided at all costs.”
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