At First Sight by Heather Todd Page A

all about the mindset,” he explained.
    “Mindset?”
    He nodded. “Yes. It requires focus. You have to focus on the task at hand that you want to happen. Not what the imprint wants to happen.”
    “Sounds difficult,” she murmured, sighing heavily.
    Dean looked at Lola for a moment. “No more stress. Let me take you somewhere.”
     
    “No way.”
    Dean placed his surfboard in the sand and began taking off his shirt, revealing his hard abs. Lola tried her hardest not to stare, but it was damn hard to resist.
                  He smirked at her thoughts. “Come on. It’s just surfing. I promise not to let you drown.”
                  “That’s not funny,” said Lola, crossing her arms over her chest.
                  “Why won’t you just try?” he asked.
                  “I nearly drowned when I was five years old. Since then, I have had a big fear of the ocean,” she explained. “I don’t even have a swimsuit on.”
                  Dean reached inside the bag he had brought and took out a simple red swimsuit. “I always come prepared.”
                  Lola raised her brow curiously. “You always carry a girl’s bathing suit in your bag?”
                  “That’s not the point. You should try it. Please?” Dean put his hands together and pouted his lip.
                  Lola rolled her eyes and laughed lightly. “I don’t know.”
                  “Trust me.” He smiled. “I’ve been surfing since I was six. I won’t let you drown.”
                  She hesitated for a moment. “Promise?”
                  “I promise.”
                  He grabbed his surfboard and held her hand after she changed into her bathing suit, wearing it over her underwear to contain her modesty. He set his surfboard down in the water and carefully let her take her time as she sat down behind him. She winced at the contact as the water reached her legs.
                  “Oh my gosh,” she murmured, hugging his waist.
                  Dean smiled and slowly began to push out into the water. “It’s okay.”
                  Lola shut her eyes as the water sloshed against her legs as they went out more. As she held on to Dean, she began to feel more comfortable. She didn’t know if it was because of their gift or it was because she believed in his protection.
                  She felt good.
                  “Here comes a wave. You ready?” asked Dean.
                  Lola’s grip tightened. “What do you want me to do?”
                  “Just hold on to me!” he shouted over the sound of the wave building.
                  Dean turned the surfboard around and began to stand up. Lola stood up with him, squealing as she struggled to keep her balance. She kept her arms around his waist as he began to ride the wave expertly, laughing along with her as water sprayed against their bodies.
                  Lola was having too much fun that she nearly missed the glow next to her. She stared at it and was in a trance as it kept glowing brighter and brighter. She blinked and was suddenly thrust into another world.
                  She was standing in the sand, the sunlight shining down on her skin. There were people laughing and playing on the beach as if nothing was out of the ordinary. She looked around and stopped when she spotted two familiar people that she never thought she would see again.
                  Her parents.
                  They were lounging against their beach chairs, completely ignoring each other as they flipped through magazines. She had a memory of this moment for some reason, but she couldn’t quite recall the missing pieces.
                  Where was she?
                  Suddenly, she