Donna took off her cover-up, revealing a skimpy red bikini, and stretched out on one of the pool chairs. Seth just stared.
Summer wandered by, a soda in one hand and a magazine in the other. She swatted him with the magazine. "Nice, Cohen, real nice."
Rubbing his abused arm, he sputtered, "What? What did I do?"
She looked pointedly at Donna and then back at him.
He shook his head, trying to figure a way out of the sticky situation. "No!," he squeaked, then added more firmly, "No. Absolutely not. Summer... how could you --?"
But it was too late. She'd walked away and settled on a pool chair of her own -- not three feet away from the dynamic blond from the White House.
Ryan came up to him and arched a brow. "Problems with Summer?"
Still rubbing his arm, Seth answered somewhat defensively. "No."
"She's totally out of your league, man."
"Who? Summer? C'mon. I know there were those problems with her admitting we were together and then there was that thing with her Dad -- but that's all over now. At least, I think it is.
We had the little thing when I got back and then she said--"
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