A Date With Bridgette Direct

“You’re going to pop a tire, you know!” she called out, her blonde hair whipping into a tangled halo. “We’re not late. The tide waits for no one, but it’ll wait for you.”

And because she was a tornado, and because the tide was rising, and because the strawberries were probably going to get sandy anyway—I ran after her. a date with bridgette

“Okay,” she said, scanning the horizon with those pale blue eyes that always seemed to be reading the wind. “We’ve got about forty-five minutes before the best light is gone. What’s the move?” “You’re going to pop a tire, you know

“Because I like you. And when I like someone, I usually do something stupid. Like challenge them to a race into the waves fully clothed. Or accidentally set their surfboard on fire.” “Okay,” she said, scanning the horizon with those

She grinned—wide, genuine, a little crooked. “You’re weird. I like it.”