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Curvy Girls Can’t Date Surfers Kelsie Stelting Copyright © 2023 by Kelsie Stelting All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without wr...
Curvy Girls Can’t Date Surfers Kelsie Stelting Copyright © 2023 by Kelsie Stelting All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. For questions, address [email protected]. Editing by Tricia Harden Cover concept by Angsty G Cover design by Najla Qamber Designs Readers sensitive to certain types of content should visit kelsiestelting.com/sensitive-content to learn more. Created with Vellum For Annie, a beachy ray of sunshine in the middle of the mountains. Contents 1. April 2. Diego 3. April 4. Diego 5. April 6. Diego 7. April 8. Diego 9. April 10. Diego 11. April 12. Diego 13. April 14. Diego 15. April 16. Diego 17. April 18. Diego 19. April 20. Diego 21. April 22. April 23. April 24. April 25. Diego 26. April 27. Diego 28. April 29. Diego 30. April 31. Diego 32. April 33. Diego 34. April 35. April 36. Diego 37. April 38. Diego 39. April 40. Diego 41. April 42. Diego 43. April 44. Diego 45. Diego 46. April 47. Diego 48. April 49. Diego 50. April 51. Diego 52. Sadie 53. Diego 54. April 55. April 56. Diego 57. April 58. April Epilogue Author’s Note Acknowledgments Glossary Also by Kelsie Stelting About the Author One April I’ve never had a dog in my life. But here I was, walking our new neighbor’s golden retriever down a foggy private beach. We’d only moved to California two days ago so my dad could get better medical care, but my mom was determined for me to “get out there” and find my community, despite the fact that military brats didn’t find community—they just learned the ropes well enough to last until their next move. And my next move was only a year away. A seagull landed a few feet away, and Heidi yanked at the leash, nearly dislocating my elbow in her chase. “Heidi,” I scolded, hanging on tighter to the leash. “Leave that poor bird alone.” She glanced back at me just long enough to show her smile and shake out her shaggy golden coat, completely unbothered by my chiding. This dog was going to be the death of me, and it was only day one. I slipped out of my sandals, hooking the straps in my free hand, and let my feet press against the hard, wet sand along the shore. Living on the beach was new for me. My dad had been stationed in Hawaii when I was only five, and I remembered the squishy mud more than anything else. Other than that, we’d bounced around bases in the South and the Midwest for all of my childhood. The salty air stung my nose, still cool this early in the morning. Tiny beads of moisture hydrated my skin, and I could feel it making my wavy hair grow wild. I wondered what I looked like to all the people who lived in these beachside houses. Surely they knew how out of place I was. Each home was bigger than the next with wide windows and massive patios facing the water. Part of me still felt uneasy here. This was our first big home since Mom’s online business exploded—before this, we’d always lived on-base. Nothing like our new three-story home just blocks from the water. A dark spot appeared in the fog ahead, and I braced myself to say hello, maybe meet one of our new neighbors. An older guy came into view, a smile on his tanned face. “Morning,” he said. I nodded in reply. As soon as he passed me, I let out a relieved breath. A quiet walk was exactly what I wanted. Heidi yanked on the leash again, the loop slipping from my hand, and she took off at a sprint into the fog. “Heidi!” I yelled, panic filling my voice. I couldn’t lose the Pfanstiels’ dog. Not the first day. They’d hate my family for as long as we stayed here. “Heidi, come back!” I took off after her, barely able to see her through the fog. I had no idea what had caught her attention, but I swore I’d bury it if I ever found out. “Heidi!” I yelled, already breathing hard. I was not a runner. Not even close. She splashed into the water, covering her coat, and went under a wave. “Heidi!” I screamed. I could swim, but not well enough to save an eighty-pound dog. Not that I was close enough anyway. She had to be at least two hundred yards away. Her head popped above
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