THE SPOON CLINKED AGAINST the cup in the corner of the cabin the next morning. I lifted my gaze toward where Connor made his tea, and caught the flash of dark hair beyond the open door.
My chair wheels gave a small squeal, as I pushed to my feet. “She’s got some front, showing up here after yesterday.”
“Who?” Connor peered back over his shoulder, taking a sip of his drink. “Marianne?”
I moved closer to the opening as Marianne’s double trotted on her heels. “And her b****y clone.”
“Who’s chaperoning?” Connor came to stand at my shoulder. “You or me?”
A tilt of my head brought his face into view. “Do I get to hurt her if I go?”
“I’ve never seen you like this toward anyone before.”
“Maybe because I’ve never disliked anyone the way I do Marianne. Did Nate tell you I think she knows what
