“Have you ever changed a flat tire?” Gemma hissed.
“Of course not.”
“Then do you really think it’s a good idea to try to learn in the middle of the night while you’re naked at the beach?”
I propped a hand on my hip.
“It’s not my fault someone stole our clothes while we were swimming. What do you suggest?”
Gemma looked down, and the slight movement was so guilty that I immediately knew what she was about to say.
I groaned. “No way, Gems. That’s an even worse idea.”
“I didn’t even say anything!” Gemma cried in her defense.
“He’ll be pissed, and you know who he’ll be pissed at.”
“Oh, just ignore him.”
She said those words like it was the easiest thing to do.
But it was impossible to ignore Gemma’s broody brother. He didn’t like me, and if he came to get us right now, it would be another reminder of that.
“We’re naked and stranded, Junes,” Gemma pleaded.
“No,” I insisted. “We’re not calling Julian.”
We called Julian.
