Matt
July-Two Years Ago
Cara paced the beach under the pier in pouty strides, pure pissed off vibes shooting into the night.
I watched her, determined not to give into her this time. Tomorrow, I'd be heading back home to Greensboro, and I wasn't leaving things like this between us. She was beginning to come down off her high, her hands shaking, and I braced myself for the sharp lash of her tongue.
Slowly, I drew in salt-tinged air and struggled for patience. We'd been at this an hour already. "I'm willing to try if you meet me halfway."
She rounded on me. "You're insane. This was a f*****g hookup, nothing more."
"Then why are you still here arguing with me?" My gaze wove over her too-thin frame, her short knotted black strands. "I'll tell you why. Because you want to try, too."
"Bul
