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doing this?
    "Any means necessary. Hmm." He looks me over with a dangerous gleam in his eye. Dangerous because as much as I want to punch him in the face right now, the look he's giving me is hot. It's so hot my hormones are overriding my emotions. "Yes. I'll tell Lexi you encouraged me to get her there using any means necessary."
    The son of a bitch is enjoying this. The blue of his eyes looks deeper, brighter as he flashes his dimples at me.
    "I'm not going!" I yell as he gives my father his phone number so they could keep in contact.
    Noah extends his hand with my phone in it after ending the call. His eyes lock on mine, and the amusement clear in his eyes a minute ago is gone.
    "I know you're probably mad at me."
    "You think? Wow you really are a genius."
    "Hear me out." He takes a baby step toward me, still holding my phone out to me, like a peace offering, or a white flag of surrender.
    "We could always cancel. Right up until we walk in, you can change your mind."
    "We?"
    He nods. "He thinks I'm your boyfriend, and he said there's something important he needs to tell you. He wants me to come along for moral support." His lips dip at the corners as his brows pull together. Not quite a frown, but not a happy look either. "Unless you'd rather talk to him alone. Then I could wait for you in the car."
    "You'd really come with me?"
    "Of course I would." He nods and flashes a warm smile at me. This one is different than the flirty smiles he's been giving me; this one is somber, muted. As I look at him I see a hint of the seventeen year old boy I once had a secret crush on. I see the lump in his throat bob as he swallows. "If you want my opinion, I think you should go. If you don't hear him out and something happens, you won't forgive yourself."
    I smirk. "Then you don't know me that well. I guarantee, I won't lose any sleep over it."
    "You don't know that."
    "Yeah, I pretty much do. Because I hate him. He showed me what men are really like, and how I should never depend on him, or any other man to stick around. But, I'll give you this. I am considering going just to put the screws to you. It might be worth it just to make your night miserable."
    "You know what you don't understand, Lexi?" he says, his hand on my shoulder, "I can't be miserable if I'm with you." Silence falls between us. "Come on. Finish your breakfast. Then maybe we could go spend some time on the beach together."
    I settle back into my seat and watch as he sits back down next to me, pulls his plate over to his spot and eats. How did, in the last twenty-four hours, my life become consumed by Noah?
    *
    The idea forms in my head while I shower. Instead of focusing on how I wish his hands are moving over my body lathering me up, I think of ways to get even with Noah. He needs to pay for stealing my phone and making plans with my father. I know just what to do.
    Excitement surges through me. I can't wait to put my plan in action. I just need to run to the grocery store. And I have the perfect excuse. I dress quickly and sweep my towel dried hair into a ponytail.
    "Hey, party boy. I'm going out. Want some coffee?"
    "I was just about to put a pot on."
    "Too late. Besides, I want to do something nice to thank you for breakfast."
    I can tell by the skeptical look in his eye he's on to me.
    "You sure you're not really going to just run off and never come back?"
    "Would it bother you if I did?"
    His hands find my waist, I didn't expect that, and now my heart's acting all fluttery. Shit. I suck at playing these games.
    "Yes," he says straight faced and serious. "It would bother me a lot."
    "Because my brother would be mad at you?" Please say no. Please say that's not the reason.
    "Yeah." His eyes move away from mine. "I promised Cooper I'd play nice."
    "Okay then." I do my best to sound upbeat and act like he didn't just wreck my morning even more. "I promise I'll be back. Just going to get my green tea smoothie."
    "Eww. That sounds gross."
    I shrug. "Maybe you should