From inside my room, I still hear her muffled voice. “I’m going to make you not hate me. You just watch, Killer. I’ll grow on you. By the end of this trip, you might even tolerate me.” I drop my bag and run my hands over my face. Sam is growing on me already—like some kind of fungus.
He's funny. He makes me laugh. I'm confused about Sam... is she doing all those mean posts, or is that the person they hired to take her place? Remember, Rhys doesn't know they fired her. This is one of those rom-coms where I find myself identifying with the guy rather than the girl, and that's rare. Then again, how many guys can quote obscure passages from LOTR and warn feet-up passengers about danger from air bags? That's my kinda guy!
