Adrian suddenly glanced up at me. Our gazes locked, and I felt like he could read my mind. How often did he think about that kiss? And if he really was crazy about me, did he imagine more than just kissing? Did he fantasize about me? What kinds of things did he think about? His lips on my neck? His hand on my leg? And was that leg bare . . . ?

Most fathers don't threaten to disembowel their daughter's boyfriends." "That's not true. And anyway, that's not what I actually said. It was much worse.

You see something you like?

I was so awash in sensory overload that I was caught completely unaware when he did push me away

Feel guilty. Mourn this. But move on. Don't let it destroy you. Forgive yourself.

We?" I asked. Of course. I'm not leaving you alone on this, no matter what. You know I'd never abandon you.

You've got to take it on faith that the enemy of your enemy is your friend.