Taming Chloe Summers (Grover Beach Team #7) by Anna Katmore Read Free Book Online Page A

friends. In fact, we barely know each other.” I close the cupboard, forcing the long cable of the hair dryer inside. “And no, I’m not calling dibs on anyone here. Neither of the guys are my type, and the rest of the male population in this camp is like half a lifetime too young for me.”
    “You’re funny.” Even though it wasn’t meant as a joke, the Owl laughs and flies back into the other room. “Actually, I quite like both of them. Justin seems to know what he’s doing, which, personally, I find extremely sexy. And he’s easy on the eyes, too. Greyson, on the other hand, has the sweetest laugh, don’t you think? I love when he chuckles.”
    I follow her out of the bathroom. “Is that why you kept telling jokes at dinner?”
    She casts me a sheepish look. “The truth is I was a little flustered today. Laughing helps me relax.”
    Obviously. Contrary to the nervous wreck she was in the afternoon when she was fighting for the kids’ attention, she’s been totally at ease ever since we returned from dinner. She gives the impression that nothing whatsoever can rattle her owl cage anymore.
    Taking out my plain, purple-satin sheets, I start making my bed. Julie is already done with hers. It looks like a cotton cloud blotched with hundreds of tiny flowers. Who did she steal that ridiculous bedding from? Her grandmother?
    Deciding against a comment on her choice of linen, I ask, “Can I borrow a shelf in your wardrobe?” and helplessly hold up my vanity case. “Mine’s already full, and the bathroom isn’t that big.”
    “Sure. You can also have the drawer. You certainly need it more than me.” She comes forward, takes the case out of my hands and, standing on her tiptoes, puts it on the empty top shelf.
    Great! I’ll put my manicure set and nail polish in the drawer. They’re actually the last things in my suitcase, and just as I take them out, there’s a knock on the door.
    I cast Number Two a skeptical glance. We saw the girls to their cabins not an hour ago. They can’t already need something again. At my look, Julie shrugs and hurries to open the door.
    “Good evening,” I hear Numbers Three and Four say before I actually see them. Julie steps aside, holding the door open for them as they walk inside. “Hi,” both of them greet me.
    Justin tucks his hands in his jeans pockets, stepping closer as he sweeps our room with a brief glance, then he smiles at me. It’s not friendly but amused, and I have no idea why.
    “What’s up?” I demand, clutching the pouch with my nail polish harder to my chest. Sharing fifty thousand square feet of woodland with him for a couple of weeks is something I can handle. Having him inside my bedroom is crossing the line.
    “Nothing much,” he replies, ignoring my snappiness with a casual shrug. “We’re heading for a soda in the dining hall and thought we’d ask you girls to come.”
    “Oh, that sounds nice. We’d love to,” Julie answers, not even thinking about checking with me first.
    I throw her a razor-sharp look. “You go and have fun. I’ll stay here and finish unpacking.” An hour or two alone in the cabin is just what I need, anyway. Brinna is probably dying to get a text or call to hear all the deets about my first day at camp.
    “Oh, please! You have to come, too,” Julie whines, but it’s not her who catches my attention. Justin takes two prowling steps toward me.
    His chin dipped and gaze locked with mine, he says in a low voice that’s certainly meant for me alone, “I know you don’t want to be here. But you can’t change it, and neither can we. So bite the bullet and, for once, try not to ruin this for everyone else, would you?”
    Whaaat?
    Who the fuck does he think he is? Red-hot heat scorches my face and doesn’t even stop at my hairline. My scalp prickles with anger. Aggressively, I toss my locks over my shoulder. “Leave me alone, and I won’t ruin anything for you.” Then I spin on my heel and stride to the desk to