“Good food?” the guy at the window asked sarcastically, looking at the swirls of slop on our trays.“Fantastic. Best prison food I’ve ever had,” Tyson replied with a grin.The dishwasher grumbled and dumped our trays over the trash before throwing them in with the rest of the dishes.I ignored my gr
-Jacey- Caleb’s shoulder bumped against mine, sending a zing of attraction shooting straight to my core. The Suburban had hit another deep pothole on the disused logging road we were taking to my father’s favorite fishing lake in the wilds of Canada. I loved it there. I did not love the fact that
-Caleb- Eating disorder? “What, like you’re anorexic?” I asked, horrified. My stepsister curled tightly into her door. She wouldn’t even look at me, and not for the usual reasons. I raked my eyes over Jacey, trying to see what would ever have given her the idea she needed to be anorexic. “Bulim
-Jacey- I tried not to laugh at Caleb when he went thigh deep into the water. I really tried. But when he also managed to trip over a large rock and land right on his ass, I couldn’t stop a hearty guffaw from escaping me. It wasn’t ladylike in the slightest. But it was honest. Luckily, Jeanie and
-Caleb- “Fuck!” I said as I tried to right our course. But the canoe just kept snaking back and forth against the water, out of my control. I could hear Hank shouting off in the distance, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying over the roar of the water and the sputtering of the motor. We were he
-Jacey- My father started a fire, and soon we were roasting weenies on sticks. Jeanie and my father took one of the makeshift stump-and-board benches near the fire, so Caleb and I were forced side-by-side on the other. Caleb was roasting his own weenie, and so was I, but my father had stuck two we
-Caleb- Jocelyn’s lips were just as soft and plump and perfect as I’d expected. The lifejackets were awkward as fuck, but I still managed to put a hand at the nape of her neck and keep her lips pressed to mine. I felt it when the shock left her body and she melted into me. I flicked my tongue over
“It’s all coming back to me,” I assured her. I jigged the line slowly while Jocelyn got us moving backward, maneuvering the motor with one hand and her pole with the other. Her jigging was smooth and graceful. I felt clumsy by comparison. “When’s the last time you fished?” Jocelyn asked as we waite