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CHAPTER 6
The Battle of the Bed
Chloe
Why are men such assholes – or should I ask, why am I such an asshole magnet?
My sister, Faith, attracted the nerdy type of men. Whenever we went to a party together, she always ended up talking to some insanely bright butgeekyguy. But then again, she wasn’t interested in a boyfriend, so maybe she really enjoyed their company.
Me, I apparently attracted the mean, dominating, crazy men who treated me like shit. Niko had!
Adam was rude and hurtful too. But of course, he didn’t really count since we weren’t dating and he wasn’t attracted to me.
“Because I’m too pale and rich. And because he thinks I’m busy buying plastic accessories and throwing them into the ocean with an evil grin of materialistic madness,” I muttered and threw a rock into the waves.
The wind was picking up and a flagpole nearby made a slamming sound of rope meeting pole.
“Don’t you push at me too,” I screamed at the wind before turning my head up to the gray sky shouting, “I just want to be happy for once.”
Adam didn’t come to find me. He probably didn’t care, or he refused to let his burger get cold.
For an hour I walked the beach, ignoring the rain that started as a drizzle and grew to fat drops. But in the end, the darkness forced me back to the café.
With an unhappy sigh, I opened the door and walked in to find Adamgone.
“I’m sorry, miss, can I help you?” The friendly waiter from earlier approached me, and the minute I met his eyes I knew I had made a mistake. My sunglasses were in my pocket and his face lit up in recognition.
“You’re Cleo,” he said, his gray beard splitting in a huge smile.
“No, I’m not. I’m Faith, her twin sister,” I lied.
Disappointment flashed on his face and I felt sorry for my sister for a second. Was this what she experienced on a daily basis? To meet disappointment every time she was mistaken for being me?
“Are you sure?” he asked and pointed to a wall. “We have a wall of fame and would looove your picture – if you’re Cleo, I mean.”
“I’ll tell her to stop by one day,” I assured him. “Cleo loves exposure, so I’m sure she would love a prominent place on your wall, but I’m just the sister.”
“You sure look exactly like her.”
“Identical twins,” I said with a smile. “Look, there was a tall man who sat in that corner. He ordered a burger. Do you know where he is?”
“He left.”
“Okay,” I frowned, slightly panicking since I didn’t know the way back to the cabin. “Do you know Onava?” I asked.
“Of course, she’s a regular customer. We love her here. She’s lived in this area for around six years, I think.”
“Do you know how to find her cabin?”
“Of course I do. I grew up around here; I’ve lived here with my family for forty-eight years. Her cabin used to belong to the Hendrickson family, but of course they only used it in the summer.” He looked around the café. “I know everything that happens in this town. My parents started this cafe and the general store next door.
“That’s great,” I interrupted the chatty man. “But I should find my friend.”
“Yes, of course. Merry Christmas, and come back if you need anything. Just ask for me, Arthur, I’m the owner.”
“I will, thank you.”
There was only one logical place where I could find Adam. His car.
