He wants her. Does she want him? What about the best friend?
I'm winded, but I know Christie will keep going. I wave her on, and she trots down the firm sand of the Carolina beach. We've played this game all week, and I know she'll go on another quarter mile while I rest up, then turn around and together we'll race back to our starting point. I watch the muscles in her long, strong legs as she pulls away from me, and then, further up, the bottom of...Read On