Feeling dejected, I glare at each of my brothers in turn, hoping they feel the fiery depths of my wrath. I hate them. All of them. It’s decided. I’m stuck spending the summer with Sexy Stranger from the Motel. No. Not ‘Sexy Stranger from the Motel’. I’m not allowed to think of him like that anymore. I have to keep reminding myself that Mason is Felix’s best friend. Not ‘Sexy Stranger from the Motel’. Felix’s best friend. Felix’s best friend. Felix’s best friend. Oh god. I have a feeling this is going to be a long summer.
