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for that, apparently.

      “Well, it could be anything to keep the kids engaged,” Dad said. “What did you do at the clinic?”

      “Crafts, mostly.” Last summer, after I’d dropped out of music camp at the last minute, I’d wound up volunteering at a health center in downtown Silver Spring for people who didn’t have insurance. I’d thought I was going to learn how to bandage people’s cuts and test them for viruses and stuff—I’d signed up to work there because I was into math and science, after all—but instead I was a glorified babysitter for the little kids in the waiting room. On my second day I brought in craft supplies from home and the next thing I knew, I was the most popular volunteer in the place. All the kids wanted me to show them how to make my special paper airplanes that were guaranteed to fly in loop-di-loops. “But I don’t have any craft supplies here, except for the jewelry materials Lori and I brought. Those are for us, though.”

      Lori and I had been making jewelry since middle school. I’d found some bead patterns online and gotten obsessed with them. I loved anything that involved neat, orderly rows and following a bunch of steps to get it right. Lori and I started wearing our jewelry to school, and soon people were asking if they could buy it. We wanted to sell it online but our parents were afraid people would try to take advantage of us. Parents had no idea how the internet actually worked.

      “Well, we could reimburse you for the materials,” Dad said. “I guess it’s my fault for not mentioning this before we left home. I thought you could do a dance or something that didn’t need supplies.”

      “Dad.” I groaned.

      Dad rubbed his neck again. “For the jewelry, do you think you could have them make Christian-themed pieces? You know, cross necklaces, that sort of thing?”

      “Sure.” I didn’t know if we had any cross-necklace supplies, but Dad would probably forget he’d asked me that anyway.

      “Good. Well, this is an excellent plan. You can start today after lunch. I’ll talk to Carlos about rounding up some of the girls and I’ll swing by to take photos of you for my presentation.”

      “Today? Wow, okay.” It was a good thing we’d brought the jewelry stuff in Lori’s suitcase and not mine.

      I went straight back in to tell Lori while Dad stayed outside to help with the fence work. I was trying to figure out how many supplies we’d brought with us and how we were going to teach jewelry making to a bunch of kids whose language we didn’t speak when I saw that a girl in a bright pink hat had taken my spot by the wall. She and Lori had their backs to me, and they were talking and laughing as they painted.

      It was Christa. I recognized her by the pink streak in her hair. Which clashed horribly (and, somehow, adorably) with her hat.

      I stopped walking. Suddenly I was...what? Afraid? Nervous? Jealous?

      What was I supposed to do, exactly? What should I say? The night before everything between us had just sort of fallen into place, like magic.

      But that night had been special. That night, I was special. Today I was regular old Aki, with too-short track pants and smears of white paint on my hands.

      Lori bent to dip her brush into the pan and saw me. She waved. “Aki! Look who came to help!”

      Christa’s face broke into a grin as she turned around. Her heart-shaped sunglasses dangled from a string around her neck. “Sorry! Did I steal your brush?”

      She reached up to adjust her hat. There was a speck of white paint on the side.

      That’s when I realized it wasn’t a hat. It was a beret.

      A raspberry beret.

      Wow.

      Not only did Christa own a raspberry beret, she’d brought it with her to Mexico.

      I didn’t know a single fellow Prince fan who was younger than my mother. It was as if Christa had been custom-made for me.

      Just like that, things were easy again.

      “Yeah.” I grinned. “But I guess I’m willing to share.”

      “Okay.” Christa held out the brush to me. “I’m a big fan of sharing, myself.”

      I took the brush from her and smiled when my fingers met hers on the handle. It was the first time we’d touched.

      And I was certain it wouldn’t be the last.

       CHAPTER 3

      “What did your dad want?” Lori asked.

      I was still grinning at Christa. “What?”

      “Your dad? He took you outside for something?”

      “Oh, yeah.” I forced myself to turn toward Lori. “He wants us to make jewelry with the kids here. I told him we’d start after lunch today.”

      “‘We’?” Lori paused her painting mid-brushstroke. “Who, you and me?”

      “Yeah. He said we should do some kind of side project and I told him we already had the supplies. They’re going to reimburse us.”

      “Oh. So we’re doing this for the whole trip?”

      “I don’t know,” I said. Christa had found another paintbrush somewhere and was dipping it into the pan. When she bent over I could see her bra strap peeking out from the neck of her tank top. “I guess?”

      “All right.” Lori looked out the window, studying the yard critically. “We can set up over there if someone can loan us a blanket for the kids to sit on. During lunch we’ll need to go back to the old church to get supplies and plan what we’re going to do. Will they give us a translator or something?”

      “Um,” I said. Christa was wearing sweatpants. How was it fair for anyone to look that cute in sweatpants? “I don’t think so.”

      “So we’re teaching a bunch of kids in a language we barely speak how to make the jewelry designs it took us two years to learn?” Lori narrowed her eyes.

      Christa reached up to paint a new section of the wall. The movement made her tank top ride up. Her skin was tan under the hem of her white shirt. I could see her belly button. She’d drawn a star around it with a purple marker. I wondered how it felt to touch her there.

      “Actually, never mind.” Lori handed me her paintbrush. “I’m going to go see if they need help outside.”

      “See you later, Lori,” Christa called after her.

      “Yeah, see you.”

      I leaned down to dip Lori’s brush into the pan, making sure to tap off the extra paint. When I glanced up, Christa was watching me. I looked away so she wouldn’t see me getting flustered.

      After a minute, I stood back up and we painted in silence. I snuck glances at Christa every so often. The third time I looked her way, she was watching me, too.

      “I thought you’d be wearing another vintage T-shirt today,” she said, nodding at my outfit.

      “Oh, yeah. Well, actually the shirt I had on yesterday was from his 2014 tour so it isn’t vintage, it’s...” I trailed off before I said something totally nerdy. “But anyway, I don’t have any of my other clothes here. They lost my suitcase on one of the planes.”

      “Oh, that sucks.” Christa made a sympathetic face, her lips turned down. Once again, I wanted to touch her. “Let me know if you need to borrow anything. I mean, you’re about two feet taller than me so my stuff probably wouldn’t fit you, but still.”

      I imagined putting on Christa’s sweatpants. My skin, right where hers had been.

      I needed to change the subject before I had a total meltdown.

      “That’s


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