This Summer

“It’s fine,” I say, not entirely sure I believe it myself.

I sense a shift in his attitude.

“Do you have a problem with Carter?”

Will frowns and shakes his head. “I barely know the guy.”

I nudge him. “I know we haven’t talked much in a while.” His fault. “But you can tell me.”

“Just let me know if you have an issue with him,” he says, and I sense the conversation is over.

We enter opposite doors into the bathhouse on the other side of the pool. The girls talk animatedly to each other as they change into their bathing suits. Dave Matthews Band streams out of the staff office filling the space.

Daisy leans on the wall watching the entrance to the pool. I’ve heard Ethan talk about her but never actually come face to face with the girl besides orientation. Her silky brown hair is up in a high tight ponytail, pulling the skin around her eyes taut. She does make the red one piece bathing suit look good. And, not for the first time, I’m happy I chose to be a counselor. It takes a lot of confidence to wear that all day.

“Hey Daisy.”

“Hey!” she reaches out, wrapping her arms around me.

I awkwardly pat her on the back as she hugs me.

“How’s your first day? I’m having such a blast. Everyone is so nice. And Ethan has been great. Has he mentioned anything about me?”

Her eyes are wide and I really don’t know what to say. Ever the people pleaser though. “He did say you were a great swimmer.”

Her smile falters slightly but she lifts it quickly.

The girls walk around us towards the pool deck.

“I’m helping with lessons…” Daisy trails off, following them.

I make a mental note to ask Ethan more about her. She seems sweet but if he’s not interested I don’t want her to think she has an “in” with me.

I step out onto the deck. Heath waddles with bare feet, his top-heavy muscular frame propelling him forward over the hot surface toward the chair. He and Carter swap positions. I glance at Will who has Isabelle, one of the bitchier girls from my class, practically on his lap.

To everyone else he looks comfortable but he shoots glances at Ethan, whose attention is purely on Isabelle’s chest.

I sigh. Men.

Carter is beside me before I know it. “Hi.”

“Hi,” I say, turning to the pool to watch the kids in their first swimming lesson.

“How was the rest of your weekend?”

“We did see each other yesterday,” I say under my breath.

“Really?” he scratches his head. “It felt like forever.”

I roll my eyes and he grins. The happy Carter is with us today. Thank goodness. His mood changed a lot during the last few months of our relationship. Whether it was anxiety about moving on after high school or something else, it definitely factored in our breakup.

He glances at the others in the group and indicates for me to follow him. Last year we made it a habit of walking the deck during swimming lessons. I find myself slipping back into that safety net as we make our first lap.

“What were you assigned for the carnival?” he asks. The night before the 4th of July the town puts on a carnival for the surrounding areas. Dad volunteers the summer staff to help out.

“Balloon Darts,” I say. “You?”

A flash of disappointment crosses his face. “Leap Frog. The one where you have to send the frog onto the lily pad, I think.” He leans closer to me as we pass the group. “With Isabelle.”

She’s in the pool now, watching the kids jump in. “Good luck with that,” I say. She’s scowling as she passes out paddle boards, trying not to get any part of her that is above the surface wet.

“She has five siblings,” Carter says. “But she really hates kids.”

“Maybe if you get to know her better?”

Carter sticks his hands in his pockets. “Sounds to me like you are trying to fix me up with someone else, when I only have eyes for one girl.”

“That’s not what I meant,” I say hurriedly. “You’re going to spend a lot of time with her, that’s all.”

He nods a few times, lost in his thoughts. I remember the text and I really hope he doesn’t bring it up.

As if Carter can feel me squirm he excuses himself as soon as we finish our second lap. I turn to the pool, collecting the swirl of emotions and focusing them on the job I’m supposed to be doing. I sit in a nearby chair and spend the rest of the time watching the pool, trying to clear my mind of any of the guys in my life.

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