I chuckle, grinning widely, but then it falls off my face when I remember who I’m talking to. This is Taylor fucking Tottman, and I’m supposed to hate him. Because he’s an asshole. And selfish. And the cute, charming act he’s got on right now is just that; an act. As if sensing my sudden shift in mood, his face tightens, shoulders tensing like he’s bracing for something. We gaze at each other momentarily before I pull away, turning toward where Logan and Salem are sunbathing on a nearby picnic table. “We should probably head back to the cabin soon.” “Yeah. Right.”
