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outside. My face was still red and felt slightly chapped by the time we pulled into the parking spot at our next destination. “Olympic Sculpture Park?” I questioned.
    “Have you been here?” he asked, sounding disappointed.
    “No, but some guys were talking about it in my psychology class last semester. I’ve wanted to come out here but kept forgetting about it,” I answered, jumping down from the jeep.
    “Well, I’m glad I thought to bring you here, then,” he said, leading the way.
    I could see why this was his favorite place. Even though I wasn’t an artist, something about the outdoor museum was tranquil and peaceful. The art was oversized and I knew I was most likely missing the significance of each piece, but I still enjoyed looking at each one. Justin kept up a running commentary, providing all the details of the nine-acre park. He also pointed out the pieces that were permanent and the sections that were there on a temporary basis. I couldn’t helpeating up his words. His attention to detail and facts about each piece kept me interested.
    “What do you think?” he asked as we made our way back to where we had started from.
    “Definitely has the cool factor,” I answered, buttoning up my jacket to ward off the sudden chill in the air.
    “Thanks for bringing me here. Today was fun,” I admitted as we left the park.
    “Day’s not over yet. It’s time for some grub.”
    “Again? We just ate,” I said, checking the time on my phone.
    “Like four hours ago. Besides, by the time we eat it’ll be closer to five hours.”
    “Where are we going?”
    “Another favorite place of mine.”
    “You seem to have a lot of those.”
    “When I like something, I don’t have any qualms about stating my feelings,” he answered in a voice that made me wonder if it held a double meaning.
    “Are you cold?” Justin asked as we piled into his jeep.
    “Not too bad now, but I’m sure I’ll be a Popsicle once we start moving.”
    “Here,” he said, reaching behind my seat and extracting an oversized fleece blanket. “Don’t worry, it’s clean. I keep it in here for when my kid sister is in the jeep with me.”
    “Your sister?”
    “Yes, my sister. Are you always this distrustful?”
    “No, but with your reputation I’m just trying to stay on my toes.”
    “What reputation?” he asked, popping open the glove compartment and pulling out a skullcap. “You’ve got some pretty funked-up views about me.”
    “Please. Melissa told me you’ve dated enough girls to fill a sorority house.”
    “Whatever. Talk about people in glass houses.”
    “Are you insinuating that I’ve gone out with as many people as you?” I sputtered indignantly.
    “Insinuating? Hell no. I’m stating a fact. You’re no different than me, sister.”
    “It’s not the same thing,” I replied.
    “Whatever helps you sleep at night,” he said loudly over the wind that was whipping through the vehicle.
    I fought the childish urge to stick out my tongue at him. His dating life and mine were worlds apart, considering the fact that I didn’t fall into bed with every guy I dated. I kept that piece of information to myself, though. No reason to discuss my sex life with someone I hardly knew. Of course, I wouldn’t be surprised if loose-lips Melissa had already filled him in on my stats in that category. Her ass was mine when I got back to the dorm. Revenge would be swift and just.
    We drove in silence for close to thirty minutes and despite my misgivings about the blanket on my lap, I ended up burrowing my face in it when the wind became almost painful. With the warm fleece against my sore face, the ride was bearable and I could enjoy it despite my watery eyes.
    I began to have misgivings about more than the blanket as the city and businesses faded behind us and were replaced bysuburbs. Justin made a left turn, and a right, and a left again. Not that it mattered. All the house-lined streets looked the same. There were no