The Player Hater (Accidentally in Love 1)

“Oh my god—same.”

“What on earth made me think we were coming somewhere warm? Seriously, I got so caught up in the idea that I lost my common sense.”

“Of the two of us, you’re definitely the one who’s more overzealous.” Mia giggles softly.

“When you didn’t say exactly where we were coming and only gave me tiny hints about it, I filled in the gaps myself.” I pause, remembering our previous conversations. “When you said there were twinkling lights in the trees—I assumed you meant palm trees. When you said we were going to sit under the stars and gaze—I assumed you meant stars over the ocean.”

“That sounds like you, always letting that imagination run away with you.” Mia pauses and glances over. “Um. Didn’t you realize you weren’t headed south when you arrived at the airport and boarded a plane headed west?”

I thought that was weird?

“I’m an English teacher, not a Geography teacher.”

I’m also horrible at math, science, and astronomy.

We share a laugh. “So now what?”

Mia sits back and crosses her legs. “Now we wait for the guys to get back from their errands; hopefully we’re able to score a boat. I think there is a bonfire tonight with the other campers.”

I glance over to my silver airstream and notice people milling about now that it’s later in the morning—people that were not there last night when we arrived.

Awesome—more people! Other signs of life mean we’re not stuck here alone, just the four of us.

If Davis is anything like his buddy Thad—a pampered former playboy who loves attention and the spotlight—it’s going to be a practice in patience.

Thank god I only have to see him when we’re doing activities…

CHAPTER 2

Davis

“Uh—what are you doing in here? You can’t just barge in.”

Juliet is back in her camper—correction: our camper—hands on her hips, standing in the doorway glaring daggers in my direction. For a dainty little thing, Mia’s best friend sure seems angry.

Maybe she doesn’t like being woken from a dead sleep while she’s drooling and snoring?

In any case, it appears she has a chip on her shoulder, or maybe she hates men?

Who knows.

I was in the process of unpacking my things from the duffle bag I brought when she burst through the door, back from reserving the boat and a few other things for the four of us to do over the long weekend.

“I didn’t just barge in. I was invited.” I pause, folding a hoodie before tucking it inside a drawer. “And hello to you, too—nice to meet you, I’m Davis.”

I walk over and hold my hand out but the stubborn woman just stares down at it rudely.

“Invited by who? And how did you get in, I locked the door when I left.”

I reach into the pocket of my jeans and dangle the key in front of my face. “Oh look, I have one, too.”

“Why?”

She hasn’t left the doorway, her entire frame taking up the entire minute area with a defensive stance.

“Because this is where I’m living for the next couple days?”

“Living here?” Her mouth parts and I can see the shock on her expression. “Like—here here? In here. This camper?”

I chuckle. “I wouldn’t be putting my underwear in the drawers if I wasn’t staying in here.”

Her eyes flicker to the kitchen drawer I just recently closed, it’s still open an inch or two, revealing my red boxer briefs.

Juliet shakes her head, ponytail swinging. “No one told me I would be sharing a room with some random guy.”

“Good news, I’m a decent human, so you can rest easy.”

She laughs. “You’re not sleeping in here.”

She’s so bossy. So direct.

“Why not?”

“’Cause—this is my place.”

Her place?

I cluck my tongue and grin at her. “Now you sound spoiled and I’m sure that’s not the case,” I lie, deciding she’s most certainly acting like a spoiled brat. What’s the big deal if we sleep in the same camper, it’s not as if we’re going to fool around and get romantic?

If Juliet is always this high-strung, then she’s definitely not my type. I like good-natured, easygoing, and fun-loving women—not uptight hall monitors.

“I’m sorry, but that’s not for you to decide.”

“Uh—yeah it is. I’m a female, you’re a male, I don’t know you—you’re not sleeping here. End of story.”

“Not to be a dick, but that’s not really for you to decide. If you don’t want to share a room with someone, perhaps you should go see if you can find another place to stay.”

Her jaw literally drops open and a squeak of air puffs out.

“Besides, why should I be the one to leave? This is a two-person camper and I was under the impression, and fine with it, I would be sharing—you didn’t actually expect Thad was going to fork over a few thousand dollars, so you could be in your own room, did you?”

I can see from her expression the answer is yes—yes, she did think she’d be in her own camping space.