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I instantly wake up when Jude opens the car door I was leaning on. What I really don't understand is why Jude's upset at me. I didn't mean to flash her…she did it herself.

"We're here," she smiles. She waits for me to untangle myself from my seatbelt and walks beside me to the dock where the others are already boarding the boat. "Have a nice nap?"

I look at her sideways wondering why she's being so nice all of sudden. I decide not to question it though. "No not really, I couldn't quite tune out Stephanie."

"At least you didn't have to sit beside boy genius…Myles is a genius. His I.Q. is about 147. I asked how much longer it was until we got to the dock and he says "If we continue to accelerate at this rate, 10 minutes and 25 seconds, give or take a few seconds." And he didn't even look up from his video game."

"Sounds like Myles…" Once I asked him if I could play his Gameboy and he gave me the probability of me getting pass level one on the first, second, third tries.

"You scared?" Jude asks me. We're sitting on a boat watching Myles parasailing. Chelsea and Ethan, who have already done their turn, were below deck snacking.

I wonder what made her think I was scared? Could it be my jitteriness or the sweat pouring off of me? "Nah, girl I'm not scared. You?"

"Yeah a little bit. I don't think I want to do it…" she admits.

What the hell? If she's not going to do it, I'm definitely not doing it… "Ah, girl if I can do it, you can do it…"

"You know, you guys could go up in tandem like Mr. and Mrs. Yountz," The instructor cut in.

"You know harnessed together," he explained.

"I don't know…" Jude replies.

"You'll be fine," he winks at her. Dang, can the man flirt with her anymore obviously? Eww…she's smiling back. WTF?

"Jude, did you ever talk to Jax," I ask, breaking their little buzz. She does not need a little Miami player in her face ogling her goodies. And the swimsuit she's wearing does not have to be that skimpy. Aren't one piece suits in this season? If not they should be.

"Yeah I talked to him this morning," Jude answers, looking at me questioningly.

"Jax?" the instructor asks. Ha. He's taking the bait. Yeah…buddy she has a boyfriend.

"He's my…"

"Boyfriend." I interrupt. I can't help it. The Miami pimp is irritating me, acting like he's really doing that much work. He gets to be out in the sun all day long, on the water, a friggin dream job.

Jude throws me a dirty look and mouths, "what's your problem?" when Miami has his back turned to us.

I shrug at her as if I don't know what she's talking about.

"You're a jerk," she whispers to me.

Well damn. I love her too. Name-calling is definitely not in order here though. I'm just trying to look out for her. Apparently she's completely oblivious to Miami's little rap he was trying to play for her.

"What I do?" I ask, innocently. Because I am innocent…

"Tommy, don't act dumb. Even though you play so well…"

Okay that's strike two. "Jude what are you talking about? You are always making something out of nothing."

"Ha. I'm always making something out of nothing? What about you? Huh? Donovan was just doing a little flirting probably because he wants a huge ass tip."

Okay she has a point but she really doesn't have to know that right now. "You have a boyfriend," I state.

"And…I'm not married to him. He get to be on a movie set all day with beautiful girls throwing their stuff all over him. Why can't I look at a little eye candy?"

"You have a boyfriend…" I state again weakly.

"Well damn, Tommy I wasn't going to give him my number or invite him back to the hotel room or anything."

Over my drowned body…

"Sorry. You've got me confused with yourself."

Strike three.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I ask raising my voice.

"You know what it means," she says, sliding back on her sunglasses and crossing her arms over her chest, briefly breaking my concentration.

"What?"

"You're playing dumb…"she hisses.

"I'm trying to get down to your level…"

"The hell you are…" she snaps. "Grow the hell up."

"You first…" I smirk. I know a childish comeback, but she looks hot when she gets all riled up about something. I can't even stay mad for too long, because I get distracted and I forget my point. "Ha. I need to grow up. What about you?"

"What about me?" she asks, taking her glasses off again. "When have I ever acted as childish as you are right now?"

"It would be easier naming a time that you didn't…"

"Whatever. Name a time where I've acted like a child…" she demands, then adds. "Since I've been over 18…"

"This morning…" I smirk.

Her mouth drops open, and she can't even look at me. She replaces her sunglasses and sits up straight. I'm bracing myself for a full blowout.

"Okay…" she shrugs and nods. "I'll give you that. I walked into it."

I'm slightly shocked. What I get off that easy? Nah, there's a catch. There's got to be a catch.

"But you're still an asshole," she exclaims, just as Donovan kills the engine and begins to reel in Myles.

"Lovers' quarrel?" Ethan chuckles, coming back from below deck with a bottle of water. I don't even know why Chelsea married that man. At first glance, you'd think Chels married him for his money. He's an investment banker. But she holds her own in the finance department. You'd never think the dork would be associated with anything remotely, I hate to say cool, but I'll just go with that. He's wearing socks and thong sandals for heaven's sakes. I'm not a fashion guru, but come on now.

"No." Jude and I say in an even tone.

Ethan chuckles again. It sounds like he's having an asthma attack: all wheezy and gaspy. I try to keep a blank look on my face, even though it's getting harder and harder not to crack.

"No they're not going out. Jude is going out with Jackson Johansen and Tommy's not dating anyone…but that can be fixed." Stephanie says taking a break from her cell phone for a while. I wonder how she gets reception out here on the water. I'm guessing it's a satellite phone.

"You know what I'm actually seeing someone…" I lie, shamelessly.

"Really? Because I didn't hear this yet and I'm Paris Hilton's e-mail lists, which means I hear it first."

"Well, you know I think I want this one to last, so I'm just going to keep this on the DL you know."

"Oh you can tell me…" she smiles, sweetly.

Ha. Yeah right, I could tell her if I wanted to spread the word as quickly as possible. Her cell phone vibrates, and she checks who the caller is. Apparently it is someone pretty important because she answers, and gestures for me to wait a minute.

"Hello?"

"Girl, I'm on a boat with Lil Tommy Q…duh of Boyz Attack!" she says, taking her conversation to the other end of the boat. Jude, who's been trying to stifle her laughter, can't take it anymore and busts out laughing.

"You didn't tell me you were dating anyone, Tommy." Jude laughs.

I don't think it's a laughing matter. I look at her seriously until she finally stops laughing.

"What?" she asks hiccupping. "I'm just teasing…the look on your face was priceless."

"Right…"

"Ah…don't be like that. You know I love you…" she says, semi-hugging me.

I drape my arm over her shoulder. "I can't tell." I reply, looking at her intently.

"You sure this can hold the both of us?" Jude asks Donovan. I roll my eyes; she's only been stalling for the past 20 minutes or so. It's been 10 minutes since Myles has descended and I've been in the harness a good 5 minutes.

"You and Tom's weight will have enough momentum to keep you in the air. How much do you weigh?" Myles ask her, still not looking up from his game.

"You don't ask women that!" Jude snaps.

"Well, how much do you weigh Tom?" Myles asks, sighing.

"167." All Muscle.

"Well if Jude weighs anywhere between 100 and 200 pounds you'll be fine," Myles guarantees us.

"You WILL be fine," Miami reassures her, rubbing her back. Ugh, he doesn't need to console her. If she needed to be consoled I'd definitely be the one doing it. She needs a little back up right now not babying.

"Jude, let the man harness you already," I yell. "Now!"

"Okay. Okay." She sighs, stepping into the harness. "What about sharks?"

"Jude?" I grumble.

"What? That's valid question." She says, nodding her head.

"You're probability of being eaten by shark Jude, if you include the factors like what time of day it is, the temperature of the water, and how far we are from the shore we are is about 1 in 3 million." Myles informs us.

"Really?" Jude and I ask in unison.

"You're more likely to die in a car crash on your way back to the hotel."

Okay… The kid needs to shut up. After he tells us this bit of information I didn't think Jude would ever go up, but she surprised me again.

"Inhale Jude…" I encourage her. Miami finishes snapping and strapping the harness together, and then he tugs a little here and there securing the harness.

"You ready?" he asks us.

"No." Jude answers.

"Yes." I reply.

"I really don't feel comfortable with this…" Jude comments, almost hyperventilating. Ha! She doesn't feel comfortable with this? I don't feel comfortable with this. We're so close we're breathing some air here; definitely more than a little intimate.

I wrap my arms around her waist, and signal for Miami to go ahead and rev up the engine. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

"You better not," she mutters wrapping her arms around mine for extra stability.

Miami starts the boat and the parachute catches the wind. Jude squeezes her eyes shut and promptly screams. We quickly float higher and higher as Miami reels us out.

"Jude," I tap her, after she finally stops screaming. "Open your eyes girl."

"Uh no." she replies, like I'm the stupidest person in the world.

"Just do it." I laugh.

She opens up one eye at a time and gasps. "Oh. My. God. This is amazing."

"I know right…" the view is definitely something spectacular, the sun reflecting off the blue of the ocean was definitely awe-inspiring. It feels like (I hate to be so cliché) like we're flying. It's definitely better than any drug that I've ever had.

"I cannot believe I was about to chicken out on this," she laughs, loosening her hold on my forearms. Thank goodness. I can feel the blood circulating again.

"This is like being at the top of the world," she yells.

I laugh nervously not only because I'm a few hundred feet in the air but also because she read my mind. It does feel like we're at the top of the world because of the view of course, but also all of these overwhelming feelings I'm feeling for her at the moment. It feels like I can accomplish anything with her not just parasailing, and music, but you know…the whole life thing.

"Thanks for pressuring me to do this time," she smiles, awkwardly turning so she can face me.

I shrug. "You just needed a little pushing."

"Thanks all the same…" she replies, kissing my cheek.

We could get caught up in a crosswind and sink into the ocean. And I could swallow several gallons of seawater, and I think I'd still be happy after that.