Cal shrugged. "That's one word for it. I'm not all that thrilled with it either."

I pushed the covers off and got out of bed, making sure my nightshirt didn't ride up. "Cal, I already have to deal with an angry dad today. Please don't pull some macho "bethrothed" thing on top of it, okay?"

He caught my wrirst. "I'm not. And it's not you I'm pissed at. It's them. They shouldn't have taken you there."

His hand was warm on my skin.

Auteur: Rachel Hawkins