I push Dirk away with superhuman strength, sending him flying backward to land on his ass. "It's Wade," I hiss. "Five days early. I'm not ready."

"Why'd you stop kissing me?"

He has a point. We were set up perfectly to make Wade jealous. What have I done? "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," I hiss. "I blew the plan."

Wade's coming closer up the shore, and I got nothing. All my scheming and wishing is going to land me a big, fat goose egg.

But I do have something left ...