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I was sure of it. He gave me a wolfish smile. He had nailed the whole devilishly charming thing years ago. Ignoring his handsome face, I gave him a bored once-over. It was longer than I remembered. On the hottest days of track practice, when sweat dripped off the tips, his hair had turned the color of tree bark.
The memory made something inside me ache. I shoved aside my nostalgia and eyed Calvin with cool detachment. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. Anyone could camp. Backpacking required skill and moxie. Korbie will never let you leave the cabin. Our route is forty miles long. In fact, Korbie had agreed to no more than two miles of hiking per day, and had insisted we hike in circles around Idlewilde, in case we needed quick access to amenities or cable TV.
I wanted to put my training to the test. Obviously now that Calvin was joining us, he was going to find out about our true plans soon enough, but at the moment my biggest priority was impressing him. I was sick of him forever insinuating that he had no reason to take me seriously. Even the Jenny Lake Ranger Station is closed. You can soak in the mineral pools.
You and Korbie will be bored after the first night.
He loved Idlewilde. And he knew as well as I did that there was plenty to do there. Then it hit me. Digesting this painful realization, I cleared my throat. A little meaningless flirtation here, a little banter there.
You and me together again? Talk about uncomfortable. Hanging between us now, the words sounded jealous and petty and mean—exactly like an ex-girlfriend would sound.
Not when he was all smiles and winks. He poked me. You got a boyfriend? The best way to remedy a lie is not to tell another lie. But I did anyway. I felt an overpowering urge to prove to him that I had moved on—with or without closure, and in this case, without.
While Calvin was busy being an oily womanizer in California, I was not—I repeat, not—moping around and pining over old photographs of him. The guy pumping gas into the Jetta was a couple years older than me.
His brown hair was cropped, and it showed off the striking symmetry of his face. With the sun at his back, shadows marked the depressions beneath his cheekbones. The guy had straight, sculpted shoulders that made me think swimmer, and I had never seen him before. Saw him on my way in. Plates are Wyoming.
He was even better-looking up close. And his eyes were most definitely brown—a weathered brown that reminded me of driftwood. Cal smiled devilishly, and the next thing I knew, he had shaken off my hand and was ambling toward the front counter. I trapped a groan between my teeth and watched, peering between the two top shelves. With barely a glance up, the guy tipped his head in acknowledgment. He was giving me a taste of my own medicine, and he knew it. He studied Calvin curiously, and I felt my cheeks grow even hotter.
I straightened, my head surfacing above the top shelf. I smoothed my shirt and opened my mouth, but there were no words. No words at all.
The guy looked beyond Calvin to me. Our gazes locked briefly, and I mouthed a humiliated I can explain. Then something unexpected happened. My girlfriend.
He knew my name? Calvin appeared similarly startled. Sorry, man. He placed three twenties on the counter for Willie Hennessey.
Then he crossed to me and kissed my cheek. It was a no-frills kiss, but my pulse thrummed just the same.
He smiled, and it was a warm, sexy smile. If he was game for this, then so was I. His eyes crinkled at the edges. I was pretty sure he was laughing on the inside. Kissing game? I shot a covert glance at Calvin to gauge how he was handling the flirting. Calvin cleared his throat and folded his arms over his chest. You really should get to the cabin before dark.
I was going to tell you, but. What possible reason could I come up with for not telling my boyfriend about this trip? So close to pulling this off, and I was going to blow it.
I met his eyes again. Who was this guy? Calvin cocked his head at me. And broke up with me on the most important night of my life. Since I was the baby of the family and the only girl, my dad had a grouchy streak when it came to the boys I dated. But actually, my dad was a lovable old bear. Still, Calvin never broke curfew again. And never once had he been allowed to come to dinner. This entire encounter was starting to feel.
I held perfectly still, his touch freezing my breath inside me. Mountains are dangerous this time of year. He knew my name. I handed Willie a five for my Slurpee and pocketed the change. Like key that Bimmer of yours. I filled my cheeks with Slurpee, miming that I intended to spit it at him. He jumped clear and, to my satisfaction, erased his cocky grin at long last. By way of answer, I gave him a thumbs-up.
My middle finger would have been too obvious. Climbing through the passenger door, I knocked his rearview mirror out of alignment, dribbled Slurpee on the floor mats, and stole his vintage CD collection from the glove box. It was a petty thing to do, but it made me feel a smidge better. About The Author. Photo by Krista Sidwell. Becca Fitzpatrick.
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It shows a complete lack of respect for human life. He thought he could get away with it. Because she loves him, it's all ok! By "but he didn't mean to do it" syndrome, I mean He was forced to do it.
He didn't mean to kill someone. He didn't mean to enforce lawless vigilante justice. He had to do it. Where will it stop? Where will the cycle of bad judgment stop? At "He didn't mean to hit me, I was a bitch to him tonight, I deserve it.
When will it stop. When are we going to learn to stop making excuses for would-be-murderers, abusers, and bad-boys? Fuck this book. Give me a good boy any day. There really are not enough curse words in the English language or any other language I know, and I know a few for how much I hate the main character, this is a spoiled-little-daddy's girl who gets herself involved in a love triangle with possible murderers, thieves, and abusers.
And when I say daddy's girl, I mean daddy's girl. There is no denying that the main character, Britt, is spoiled. Her mother is dead. She has three older brothers. She has her wealthy older father twisted around her little finger. I craned my neck to look at him and put on my best little girl pout.
She is adored, worshiped. Her only friend is not her friend, but her rival. Korbie and Britt have been friends from infancy They are love rivals. They are rivals in looks. They play backstabbing games with each other. The only thing they have in common is their stupidity and their uselessness.
Way to be a loyal friend! Britt is somehow perceived as special But you were harder to peg.
Let's think about it. First off, she doesn't really want to save herself. She is a weak character. That's ok.
There are plenty of weak characters. The thing is that weak character should grow up. Britt never fucking grows up. One of the characters accuse her of weakness Mason and Shaun looked at you and saw an easy target. A gullible girl with low self-esteem. Korbie never would have stayed with them as long as you did.
She would have fought. She would have run.