over like a lead balloon.
I’d be better off going to the cabin with Jonathan, calling Brenda to come get me and ditching him there. At least then I’d actually be able to enjoy a few days of my first week out of school and I could also use the time to tell her that I was moving back.
Hell, maybe I’d even have her drive me around to pick up some job applications.
Regardless of what we did, one thing was for sure.
There was no way in hell I was staying at that damn cabin.
Chapter Three
Jonathan
T here’s no way in hell she’s staying at that cabin.
She might have been able to fool her mom, but she couldn’t fool me. Fiona seemed to have forgotten that I knew her better then she knew herself. I damn well knew that she had no intention of spending an entire weekend with me.
Whether she realized I had caught on to her lie or whether she just didn’t care was another matter entirely.
After she agreed to the ‘bonding’ trip, I made a quiet exit from the kitchen and went to my bedroom. I locked the door behind me, then sat on the edge of my bed and started mentally going through my options.
I had the sneaking suspicion that her plan was to call one of her friends, most likely Brenda. They had a pact to pick each other up whenever one of them got in trouble. Fiona frequently borrowed Leslie’s car to retrieve Brenda from her bad dates, and Brenda used to pick Fiona up whenever she ended up somewhere she didn’t want to be.
It didn’t take a genius to know that being stuck in a cabin with me fell into that category.
But our parents were right. We did need to talk.
Among other things.
The question now was—how could I possibly keep her from leaving? If she called a friend and arranged a ride beforehand, I’d be totally screwed. The only chance I had was if she waited until we were at the cabin before she made the call. If she spoke to Brenda early and pre-arranged the ride, anything I did to make her stay wouldn’t make a damn bit of difference.
But knowing her, I had a feeling she wouldn’t do that. She wasn’t just going to pass up an opportunity to privately ream me for what happened at prom before she waltzed out of my life just as fast as she did the first time.
Even if I did something to her phone to keep her from making the call after we got there, she would probably just start walking. It was only an hour ride out to the cabin—a distance that would take a few hours to walk, but she was stubborn enough to do it.
And she was certainly pretty enough to hitch a ride even without raising her thumb. There were a number of men who would slam on brakes just for the chance to possibly get her into their car.
The thought made my stomach twist.
As I glanced around my bedroom, the small red toolbox in the corner caught my eye and an idea popped into my mind like a lightbulb turning on.
I hopped off the bed and rushed into the hallway, making sure the others were still in the kitchen before I snuck into the garage to open my full-sized toolbox. I pulled open the bottom drawer—hoping like hell that I still had what I was looking for.
Inside the drawer, I spotted the shiny metal item and grinned. I eased the chain out of the box and placed it in the backseat of my dad’s car, tossing my jacket over the pile to hide it from view.
When I went back inside, I put a mask of indifference back on my face as I stepped into the kitchen and interrupted their conversation. To my great annoyance, Fiona didn’t even glance in my direction. She stared straight ahead at her mother like I never even stepped into the room.
But that would change soon enough. All I needed was to get everything ready.
“Dad, can I borrow the car for a few hours? Jimmy needs an extra set of hands in the shop. I guess everyone’s rushing in to get their tires changed before we close up for the holiday.”
“Of course,” he agreed readily, reaching into his pocket to pull out the keys before handing them over to me. “Would you
I’d be better off going to the cabin with Jonathan, calling Brenda to come get me and ditching him there. At least then I’d actually be able to enjoy a few days of my first week out of school and I could also use the time to tell her that I was moving back.
Hell, maybe I’d even have her drive me around to pick up some job applications.
Regardless of what we did, one thing was for sure.
There was no way in hell I was staying at that damn cabin.
Chapter Three
Jonathan
T here’s no way in hell she’s staying at that cabin.
She might have been able to fool her mom, but she couldn’t fool me. Fiona seemed to have forgotten that I knew her better then she knew herself. I damn well knew that she had no intention of spending an entire weekend with me.
Whether she realized I had caught on to her lie or whether she just didn’t care was another matter entirely.
After she agreed to the ‘bonding’ trip, I made a quiet exit from the kitchen and went to my bedroom. I locked the door behind me, then sat on the edge of my bed and started mentally going through my options.
I had the sneaking suspicion that her plan was to call one of her friends, most likely Brenda. They had a pact to pick each other up whenever one of them got in trouble. Fiona frequently borrowed Leslie’s car to retrieve Brenda from her bad dates, and Brenda used to pick Fiona up whenever she ended up somewhere she didn’t want to be.
It didn’t take a genius to know that being stuck in a cabin with me fell into that category.
But our parents were right. We did need to talk.
Among other things.
The question now was—how could I possibly keep her from leaving? If she called a friend and arranged a ride beforehand, I’d be totally screwed. The only chance I had was if she waited until we were at the cabin before she made the call. If she spoke to Brenda early and pre-arranged the ride, anything I did to make her stay wouldn’t make a damn bit of difference.
But knowing her, I had a feeling she wouldn’t do that. She wasn’t just going to pass up an opportunity to privately ream me for what happened at prom before she waltzed out of my life just as fast as she did the first time.
Even if I did something to her phone to keep her from making the call after we got there, she would probably just start walking. It was only an hour ride out to the cabin—a distance that would take a few hours to walk, but she was stubborn enough to do it.
And she was certainly pretty enough to hitch a ride even without raising her thumb. There were a number of men who would slam on brakes just for the chance to possibly get her into their car.
The thought made my stomach twist.
As I glanced around my bedroom, the small red toolbox in the corner caught my eye and an idea popped into my mind like a lightbulb turning on.
I hopped off the bed and rushed into the hallway, making sure the others were still in the kitchen before I snuck into the garage to open my full-sized toolbox. I pulled open the bottom drawer—hoping like hell that I still had what I was looking for.
Inside the drawer, I spotted the shiny metal item and grinned. I eased the chain out of the box and placed it in the backseat of my dad’s car, tossing my jacket over the pile to hide it from view.
When I went back inside, I put a mask of indifference back on my face as I stepped into the kitchen and interrupted their conversation. To my great annoyance, Fiona didn’t even glance in my direction. She stared straight ahead at her mother like I never even stepped into the room.
But that would change soon enough. All I needed was to get everything ready.
“Dad, can I borrow the car for a few hours? Jimmy needs an extra set of hands in the shop. I guess everyone’s rushing in to get their tires changed before we close up for the holiday.”
“Of course,” he agreed readily, reaching into his pocket to pull out the keys before handing them over to me. “Would you
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