Logan and I were walking down by the docks, trying to find our way back to the yatch we'd been on. But all of the boats looked pretty similar, and my cellphone was dead so I couldn't call my sister.

"If all missions involve nights on yatchs, I don't know whether to be happy or very, very seasick," Logan commented.

"Hm. I could always find a new partner. Someone's who's more responsible and has a great pair of sea legs."

"You know, Kennedy, sometimes I can't tell when you're serious or when you're sarcastic."

I peered at the boats a little more closely. "There--that blueish one might be it. It was blue, wasn't it?"

I struggled to remember, wrinkling my brow and squinting. I turned to ask Logan a question and saw him grinning at me.

"What are you looking at, doofus?" I demanded.

"You're cute when you're angry or confused." Even in the dark light, I could see his face getting red. "I mean, you're cute all the time, just cuter when you do that...um, wow, this is coming out all wrong. I meant..."

I shoved him off the dock we were standing on and into the water. He surfaced, coughing a little.

"Once again, it's kind of hard to know when you're joking or when you're serious."

Despite myself, I let a little smile curl up the edges of my mouth at his words. I crouched down and offered him a hand. As I helped him up, I whispered, "You're kinda cute, too."

And then he pulled me off the dock and into the water.