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not you, Lacey. And this girl, of all girls, so mysterious and yet somehow I knew had more baggage than a British Airways terminal at Heathrow at the height of the holiday season.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER THREE
    Charley
     
                  Is he complimenting me again? I wanted to run away but I couldn't back down so I cleared my throat and turned back to my book, though I had to place a hand on my chest to stop the sound of my pounding heart from escaping.
                  "May I point out the irony here?" he added, his voice a bit too loud for our proximity, "When you're showing off what's in your head you're a 'woman' and when we're talking about what's on it you're a 'girl'.    If that doesn't scream mommy issues..."
                  "Just drop it, Teddy." Then my stomach pitched and growled so loud and long that I thought I was Sigourney Weaver from    Alien . When it subsided, Teddy was rolling on his back, laughing and snorting like a child. In between hysterical breaths he sputtered "What. The. Hell. Was. That?" So much for making my point , I thought.
                  “Oh, I didn’t tell you? I ate my twin in the womb,” that really got him going to the point I was getting irritated, so I picked up his trashy paperback and threw it at him. “Shut up, okay. I'm hungry. I didn't eat before I left."    Crap. Too much information. 
                  “Why?” It was an innocent enough question, asked with a little too much interest. I certainly could not tell him the answer to that, so I lied.
                  “Because I’m on the beach and I don’t want to look bloated and gross in my bathing suit.”
                  “Oh so little miss feminism is a girl.”
                  “Not all feminists are raging bull-dykes you know. Some of us shower and wear bras and everything.” He grinned at me at the word bra and flicked his eyes to my chest. Í shoved him once in the chest so his back hit the ground. “Stop being a perv.” He hopped to his feet so quickly I thought he was just going to sprint away but instead he stood over me and reached his hand down for me to help me up.
                  “ Let’s go."
                  "Where?"
                  "Get something to eat. I'm famished and you never bring me snacks."
                  "Teddy, first of all it is not the little woman’s job to bring you snacks. You’re perfectly capable of bringing your own. Second, I can't go anywhere. My, erm, ride is still here. Somewhere. I don't know when they're leaving. Could be in ten minutes, could be several hours but if I take off it'll piss them off."
                  "Charley, honestly? What do you owe those b—.” I cut him off with a look. “Girls,” he amended. He had a point. "You're starving; they're off making themselves cheap. If they're not here when we get back then I'll take you home." Maybe if he weren’t so damn pretty he wouldn’t be so convincing.
     
    *****
     
                  I have woken up with a pained and angry stomach. I've just come to accept that I will never have a normal relationship with food. Hell, the fact that I refer to it as a relationship at all is disturbing, but this is a new low even for me. I should have gone to the grocery days ago, but couldn't gather the strength to get out of bed. Markus called this morning from the      restaurant. I didn’t answer so he left a message: Hey honey, it’s your favorite chef! Listen, I don’t want you to worry or anything, but Brooke came by again today to ask me about you. Like I said, don’t panic. I told her you were doing some “investigating” for a new venture for us. She seemed satisfied with that, but asked me to have you give her a call when you get a chance. She didn’t say what it was about, but she seemed kind of…serious? I don’t know.