“You never know,” Tyler said, picking a scalpel from Devon’s collection. “She could be playing hard to get.” “He picked her up and threw her into the fucking duck pond at the bottom of the field. That doesn’t exactly scream romantic come-on, does it?” I laughed. “But if hard to get means drowning in filthy pond scum and then screaming obscenities at you as she storms out, then yeah, she nailed it.” “It was a joke.”
