Free Boy Crazy by Hailey Abbott

prospect of riders, Cassie decided to skip Casino Point—and any potential hot diver dates—in favor of a hearty lunch, so she could hurry back to the shop ahead of any possible customers.
    She turned back around and saw Trey standing there,maybe five feet away from her. Obviously following her.
    He smiled—that devastating crook of his mouth, down in the corner of his lips.
    Cassie felt her stomach do a backflip, as though his smile were connected directly to her body. She told herself that she wasn’t thinking about kissing him specifically. It was a side effect of Project Kiss—she was always thinking about kissing. That sexy smile had nothing to do with it.
    But he was still standing there. Watching her. He silently mouthed, “Hey,” in her direction and raised an eyebrow. If she didn’t stop staring soon, she was pretty sure her entire body would start to show the blush she could feel rising to her face. She didn’t know what to do.
    So she decided not to do anything. She frowned in his general direction and then walked off toward her favorite lunch place like she didn’t notice he was there. At first she felt small, mean, and even rude. But then she remembered what Greta had said. She remembered his reputation. And that made her feel better about ignoring him. Like she was somehow ignoring him not just for her own sake, but for that of all the girls whom he’d played in the past.
    She felt her stride pick up, like the power of not being made a fool of was rocking through her.
    Cassie’s timing was perfect. She walked into her favorite café, nestled into the corner of a building that looked out over the harbor, just as the cruise ship docked. That meant she would get in ahead of the crowd that would soon be fighting for the best lunch spots all up and down Crescent. She chose a table with a view and smiled gratefully at the cute blond waiter when he presented her with her preferred iced tea without her having to order it.
    “You’re in here a lot,” he said. “I like to take care of my regulars.” He leaned against the table, grinning down at her. He was tall, and he filled out his white T-shirt almost too perfectly. His blond hair was a mess of curls, and his eyes were almost as blue as the Catalina sky.
    “I work over at Billy’s Bikes,” she told him. “You’ll probably see me just about every day—I love the food here.” She sighed happily. “The Caesar wrap is like a gift from the gods!”
    “I’ll tell my boss,” the waiter said, and then leaned in closer, pitching his voice low. “He’s a complete diva about the food, so it’ll score me some points. Always a good idea, since I can never manage to get here on time.” He laughed. “I like my sleep.”
    “I’m Cassie,” she told him, because she needed a Catalina friend—especially if Trey Carter was now following her around. “And I’m happy to help you score points.”
    “Ryan,” he said, smiling so she could see his adorable dimples, one in each cheek.
    “Nice to meet you,” she said. “You’re my first Catalina summer friend! So far, I’ve basically only hung out with Billy from the shop, who’s nice but like fifty years old, and the people who take my bike tour.”
    “Unacceptable,” Ryan said with a laugh. “You need to come hang out at the coffeehouse up on the hill sometime.” He waved in the general direction of the hills and named an address. “Farther from Crescent and therefore fewer tourists. Nothing but summer friends!”
    “Billy thinks I need to hang out down at Casino Point,” Cassie said. “Why am I not surprised that his advice is out-of-date?”
    “Oh, to flirt with the cute diver boys?” Ryan asked. He grinned. “A tried and true Catalina pastime. One I indulge in myself every now and again. You definitely can’t hide any flaws in a wet suit. It’s almost as much fun as going to West Hollywood on a Saturday night.”
    Well, that explained the utter lack of flirtatiousness in their