I’m almost five hours into my shift and it’s been a steady stream of boats since eight in the morning, not that I’m surprised. It is the Friday of the long weekend and all the rich kids are in a big rush to get over to Party Bay before all the spots next to the beach are taken.

I watch as a big, shiny white speedboat pulls up. I get ready to catch the rope from the driver and when I do, I'm blinded by the most gorgeous smile I've ever seen.

“Hey, there,” he says, his voice confident and low.

My knees go a little weak and I blush with embarrassment at having to serve this insanely hot guy. He tosses the rope to me and I miss.

"Whoops," he says, hopping down from the boat in one graceful move. He grabs the rope himself, then ties it to the post.

“Sorry, I’m a bit of a butterfingers today,” I say, feeling my cheeks heat up now that he’s standing right in front of me.

“My fault. It was a bad pass.” He holds out his hand. “Ethan Harris.”

“Jess.” I take his hand and warmth flows through me as he grips my fingers. I risk a glance at his perfect face and almost melt at the look in his eyes.

“Hi, Jess. It’s nice to meet you.”

“You, too.” I pull my hand back, remembering who I am and who he is. “Fill up?”

“No, Ethan.”

I look up and he laughs a little. “Sorry, my jokes are really lame when I’m around pretty girls.”

I glance up onto the boat, assuming there are some pretty girls on it, but I only see a slightly smaller version of him in the passenger seat.

“Yes, fill her up please.”

I nod and get to work, feeling incredibly self-conscious with his eyes on me.

“So, Jess. Are you from around here?”

I nod. “Born and raised here in beautiful Cape Williams.”

“I’m from Philly.”

I struggle with the gas cap on his boat for a second, then, suddenly, he’s right next to me, his hand brushing against mine as he flicks it open with ease.

“There we go. It was a bit stuck,” he says, his words tickling my ear.

“Thanks.” I grab the gas hose and insert it, then start filling the tank, wishing I was doing anything but this. Standing here in a bright green ball cap and matching golf shirt that says “Gas ‘N Go” on it isn’t exactly how I like to make a first impression on someone like him. Not that he’d ever be interested in some poor townie like me.

The smaller version of him hops out of the boat and the dock bounces a little under his weight. “I’m going to grab some gum. Oh, and some beer.”

Ethan laughs at him. “Good luck with that, baby face.” He turns to me. “That’s my brother, Teddy. He has a better chance at scoring a date with Beyoncé than scoring a six-pack of beer.”

I laugh, then say, “So really great odds, then.”

He stares at me for a second and I find myself wondering if I have something on my face because he's really staring. Like staring, staring. I should have put on some makeup this morning. Dammit.

“What are you doing after work?”

"Umm, probably just go home to study actually." I shrug, feeling stupid. "I'm taking a correspondence course right now."

“Oh, yeah? What are you taking?”

“Human Anatomy Level One,” I say.

“Really? Anatomy? Do you want to be a doctor?”

“No, massage therapist.”

“So, you’re taking summer classes?”

"Yeah, well, I've been saving up to go to college, but in the meantime I figured I'd get started." My entire face flames with humiliation at having just admited to needing to save money to this guy. He's probably never heard the concept before.

“You’re ambitious.” He smiles. “I like that.”

I screw up my face a little. “Well, I’m not doing it to impress you.” Ack! Where did that sassy remark come from?

Ethan laughs, then nods. “Nice. Puts me right in my place. Any chance you can take a break from studying ligaments and joints long enough to hang out?”

Did he just ask me out? Oh, my God, I think he did. Sassy girl attitude worked! "I could possibly find time in my busy schedule, but it would depend…"

"On what?"

“On what you mean by hang out.”

“I don’t know.” His gaze falls down to my lips for a second and I think I know what he wants. Every bit of me wants to give it to him too, in spite of what I know will happen if I do.

He swallows, then keeps talking. “Walk on the beach, maybe grab an ice cream or a burger or something. Unless you’re a vegan, of course. Then we could grab some sorbet or a veggie burger…”

“What if I have a boyfriend?” The gas pump shuts off and I give it a second to let it drip into the tank before I pull it out.

“Then I’ll have to make him disappear.” He says with a sexy grin. “Do you?”

“No.”

“Good. Then it’s settled.”

I fight a smile with everything in me. “What if I’m not interested in you?”

“Well, then I’ll have to come back every day until you are.”

“Hey, bro!” Ted’s voice cuts through the air. “You should see the knockers on the waitress in there. They’re like perfect double D’s.”

Ethan glares at his brother. “A little louder, you dumbass. She may not have heard you.”

"That's my sister, Carla, he's talking about. She does have an impressive rack," I say with a shrug.

“I’m really not interested in Carla’s rack,” he says, maintaining eye contact with me as his brother quickly approaches. “Can I pick you up later?”

"You're not heading to Party Bay with everyone else on the island?"

“Not to stay. I told Goofus here that I’d drop him off, then I’m coming straight back so I can get in my workout. So? Can I pick you up?”

“I get off work at four. If you’re actually here, we could go grab an ice cream.”

Ethan grins. “It’s a date.”

I watch as the boat pulls away, my heart fluttering. What just happened? Did I agree to go out with a richie? I bite my lip, telling myself it'll be fine. I just won't sleep with him so I won't end up like my sister and mom. But, man, if he keeps coming back to see me, not sleeping with him is going to be harder than his brother getting a date with Beyoncé. Or a six-pack.