Sand Castle Summer

Who'd want to spend the first week of her sixteenth summer grubbing around in a huge sandpile? Not me! I picked up a pile of papers. They were the sand castle volunteer lists. Suddenly, one name stood out as if it were written in neon lights! BRET SOMMERFIELD. I couldn't believe it. Bret Sommerfield. tall and shy with straight, brown hair and serious, hazel eyes. I'd known since the first day I saw him that he was just the sort of guy I'd like to get to know.