the holidays and summer. Are you interested in him?”
“What? No.” I laughed self-consciously. “Just curious. We’re all going to be spending the summer together. Seems like we should know things about each other.”
“Maybe tonight around the campfire, we can play Truth or Dare,” Brittany said.
“Hey, you’re lagging behind,” Connor yelled from the top of the trail, and we picked up our pace.
I was hoping that Brittany was teasing about Truth or Dare. There was a lot I wanted to know, but not a lot I wanted to share.
As it turned out, we didn’t play any games around the campfire. Nor did Dr. Keane or Mason mention werewolves.
Later that night as Brittany and I were in the tent getting ready for bed, Lindsey slipped inside with an air of excitement. “Okay, guys, I got up close and personal with Ethan and I know what’s in the crate. Beer.”
“You’re kidding,” Brittany said. “That’s it?”
“Well, there’s equipment, too, but they’re smuggling beer in the empty spaces and they’ve decided it’s too heavy to haul, so as soon as Dr. Keane turns in for the night”—she gave a big grin—“party time!”
Brittany and I immediately stopped our preparations for bed and began preparing to go back outside with the guys. I hadn’t planned on us having a party in the wilds, but I was excited about it. I brushed out my hair and left it loose to curl wildly around my shoulders. Then I began scrounging through my backpack for my emerald-green halter top.
Lindsey peered out the tent opening. “What is with Dr. Keane tonight? Go to bed already.”
“You gonna hook up with Ethan again?” Brittany asked. Her shining black hair hung past her shoulders.
“No. And I didn’t hook up with him earlier. I just flirted a little bit.”
“For someone who is supposed to be committed to Connor, you don’t seem to take it very seriously.”
“What?” I asked, finally clutching the halter. “You and Connor? You never said anything.” I’d seen them together a couple of times, but hadn’t been sure it was romantic.
“It’s complicated,” Lindsey said, and I could hear the frustration in her voice. She finished brushing out her blond hair, then rolled up the ends of her shirt and tied them in a knot so her belly button showed. It seemed we all wanted to attract a little attention tonight. “My parents and his parents, they’re old friends and so they’re pushing us together.”
“If you don’t want to be pushed, push back,” Brittany said.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
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>“I just think he deserves someone who wants to be with him.”
“And that would be you?”
“Whoa, girlfriends, are we about to have a catfight here?” I asked.
They glared at each other. Lindsey backed down first. Maybe because Brittany woke up early every morning and went through a rigorous strengthening routine.
“Connor and I aren’t sure where we’re going to take this. So can we be cool about it until this trip is over?”
Brittany shrugged. “Whatever.”
Every now and then I’d sensed some tension between them. This explained a lot. I wondered if Brittany liked Connor.
I slipped on my green halter and some white shorts. In a way, I sympathized with Lindsey. Sometimes it was difficult to know exactly what you felt for someone. At that moment I wasn’t certain if I was trying to make myself attractive for Lucas or Mason. I’d felt a connection with Lucas last night, but he still overwhelmed me. Mason . . . well, Mason just seemed less complicated.
I wished I had some sexy sandals to wear, but all I had were my hiking boots. They’d have to do. But looking in the small mirror that I had, I was pleased with the way everything looked.
Lindsey looked back outside. “Finally! Dr. Keane is gone. Let’s go.”
Everyone was creeping out of the camp like ninja warriors or something. Each of the grad students, including Monique, was carrying a six-pack of beer.
“What? No.” I laughed self-consciously. “Just curious. We’re all going to be spending the summer together. Seems like we should know things about each other.”
“Maybe tonight around the campfire, we can play Truth or Dare,” Brittany said.
“Hey, you’re lagging behind,” Connor yelled from the top of the trail, and we picked up our pace.
I was hoping that Brittany was teasing about Truth or Dare. There was a lot I wanted to know, but not a lot I wanted to share.
As it turned out, we didn’t play any games around the campfire. Nor did Dr. Keane or Mason mention werewolves.
Later that night as Brittany and I were in the tent getting ready for bed, Lindsey slipped inside with an air of excitement. “Okay, guys, I got up close and personal with Ethan and I know what’s in the crate. Beer.”
“You’re kidding,” Brittany said. “That’s it?”
“Well, there’s equipment, too, but they’re smuggling beer in the empty spaces and they’ve decided it’s too heavy to haul, so as soon as Dr. Keane turns in for the night”—she gave a big grin—“party time!”
Brittany and I immediately stopped our preparations for bed and began preparing to go back outside with the guys. I hadn’t planned on us having a party in the wilds, but I was excited about it. I brushed out my hair and left it loose to curl wildly around my shoulders. Then I began scrounging through my backpack for my emerald-green halter top.
Lindsey peered out the tent opening. “What is with Dr. Keane tonight? Go to bed already.”
“You gonna hook up with Ethan again?” Brittany asked. Her shining black hair hung past her shoulders.
“No. And I didn’t hook up with him earlier. I just flirted a little bit.”
“For someone who is supposed to be committed to Connor, you don’t seem to take it very seriously.”
“What?” I asked, finally clutching the halter. “You and Connor? You never said anything.” I’d seen them together a couple of times, but hadn’t been sure it was romantic.
“It’s complicated,” Lindsey said, and I could hear the frustration in her voice. She finished brushing out her blond hair, then rolled up the ends of her shirt and tied them in a knot so her belly button showed. It seemed we all wanted to attract a little attention tonight. “My parents and his parents, they’re old friends and so they’re pushing us together.”
“If you don’t want to be pushed, push back,” Brittany said.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
>
align="center"
>“I just think he deserves someone who wants to be with him.”
“And that would be you?”
“Whoa, girlfriends, are we about to have a catfight here?” I asked.
They glared at each other. Lindsey backed down first. Maybe because Brittany woke up early every morning and went through a rigorous strengthening routine.
“Connor and I aren’t sure where we’re going to take this. So can we be cool about it until this trip is over?”
Brittany shrugged. “Whatever.”
Every now and then I’d sensed some tension between them. This explained a lot. I wondered if Brittany liked Connor.
I slipped on my green halter and some white shorts. In a way, I sympathized with Lindsey. Sometimes it was difficult to know exactly what you felt for someone. At that moment I wasn’t certain if I was trying to make myself attractive for Lucas or Mason. I’d felt a connection with Lucas last night, but he still overwhelmed me. Mason . . . well, Mason just seemed less complicated.
I wished I had some sexy sandals to wear, but all I had were my hiking boots. They’d have to do. But looking in the small mirror that I had, I was pleased with the way everything looked.
Lindsey looked back outside. “Finally! Dr. Keane is gone. Let’s go.”
Everyone was creeping out of the camp like ninja warriors or something. Each of the grad students, including Monique, was carrying a six-pack of beer.
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