“Cool story, bro.”
“You realize I’m holding a razor near your neck right now?”
I swallow another laugh. “Okay. I’m on a deserted island. Now what?”
“Want me to stencil this out or freehand it?”
“Freehand. I trust you.” Besides, if the tat is trash, at least it’s somewhere I can’t see it.
Wyatt keeps jabbering as he preps the ink. Black only. I’m not fancy. “So you’re stuck there. This is your life now, this island. But! Good news. You’re about to get some company. Two boats appear—”
“Sweet, so I’m rescued?”
“No!” He sounds aggravated. “I just said you’re stuck there forever.”
“But there are boats.”
“The boats explode in five minutes, okay? There are no boats. Jesus.”
It occurs to me that maybe I shouldn’t be antagonizing the guy with the needles. But damn, it’s fun to annoy Wyatt.
“On the first boat, there’s your girlfriend, or partner, or whatever. But just them. Nothing else. The second boat has nobody on it. But it’s got all the supplies you need to survive on the island. Fire kits, building materials, food, weapons, I’m talking everything.”
My lips twitch. “Did Ren pose this thought experiment to you?”
“Yes,” he says glumly.
I twist my head to peer at him. “You stupid bastard. Did you pick the supplies boat instead of her?”
“Like you wouldn’t,” he accuses.
Laughter rumbles out of my chest.
“It’s a matter of life and death, Coop. I need food and shelter! Sure, it’d be great to have Ren there, but we’ll die in five seconds flat if we don’t have the tools to live. And anyway, with all the stuff at my disposal, I can build a raft and make my way home to her. It’s common sense.”
“Ren really dumped you because of this?”
“What? No. That’s insane. She dumped me because I was an hour late to her sister’s birthday dinner. I was out with Tate telling him about her dumb thought experiment and lost track of time.”
I stare at him. How are these my friends?
On the other hand, I’m getting a free tattoo out of him, and his nonsense did succeed in helping me forget about Mackenzie.
Goodbye, Cooper.
Or not.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
MACKENZIE
I’ve been on my best behavior. I haven’t spoken to Cooper in a couple weeks. Kept my distance from the boardwalk. I figured if I were to accidentally bump into him, it’d be there, so best to remove all temptation. My restraint hasn’t stopped the dreams, though. Or the forbidden memories that flood my mind whenever I’m in class.
I catch myself reliving our first kiss during English Lit.
Remembering the way his hands held me firm against his front door during Biology.
In European History, I’m thinking about his hard chest beneath my palms, and suddenly I’m flushed and breathing heavy, wondering if everyone notices.
On the bright side, Preston and I are rock solid, and I finally made a Garnet friend who isn’t Bonnie. Her name is Kate, and although she happens to be Melissa’s younger sister, the two are not at all alike. Kate’s hilarious, sarcastic, and hates sailing—all pluses in my book. We met at a Kappa Nu dinner that Preston urged me to attend because he thinks I should be making more of an effort to connect with Melissa and Chrissy and their sorority friends. Instead, I spent half the night in the corner with Kate debating the artistic merit of The Bachelor.
So when she texts on a Thursday night asking if I want to grab drinks with her and some friends in town, I’m totally down. It means risking running into Cooper, but I can’t decline my first invite from someone other than Bonnie.
“You wanna come with us?” I ask my roommate as I braid my hair in our shared bathroom.
Bonnie’s head appears in the mirror behind me. “I would, but I’m seein’ Todd tonight.”
I grin at her reflection. “Again? Looks like things are getting serious between you two …” I swear she’s gone out with the sandwich shop guy a lot lately. So much for her bad boy fetish. I met Todd once and there was neither a piercing nor tattoo in sight.
“Serious? Pfft!” She waves her hand. “He’s one of three on my rotation, Mac. Tomorrow night I’m seein’ Harry, and Saturday it’s dinner with that boy I was telling you about—Jason? The one who looks like Edward?”
“Edward?” I echo blankly.
“From Twilight?” She shivers happily. “Oooh, he is sooo handsome I wouldn’t even care if he ended up being an actual vampire. How wild is that? And blood totally makes me squeamish.”
I snort. “I’m pretty sure he’s not a vampire.” Though I still haven’t ruled out the possibility of Bonnie being a witch.
I wish her luck on her date, then leave the dorm and head for the parking lot, where my Uber awaits me. I’m meeting Kate and her friends at the Rip Tide. As the car approaches the beachfront venue, my mind flashes back to the last time I came here, and my heartbeat accelerates. That was the night I met Cooper. The night Bonnie hooked up with his twin while Cooper and I stayed up all night, talking about everything and nothing.