Whitley Johnson's dream summer of shopping, partying and tanning on the beach has just turned into a nightmare. Because Dad didn't tell her he doesn't live by the beach anymore, or that he's no longer a bachelor. He's picked up and moved to a tiny, lame town called Hamilton and gotten himself a fiance. Poor little widow meets successful local celebrity. And it was so unlike Dad. After he and Mom split, my father had turned into a real flirt, which was, you know, pretty normal for a semifamous bachelor.
Every summer when I came to visit he had a new twentysomething bombshell following him like a lost puppy.
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They always had names like Heather or Nikki, and they spent most of their time in way-too-revealing bikinis, lying on the beach and reading Vogue. In fact, the only thing she had in common with any of them was her hair color, but my father had always preferred blonds. Other than that, she was a total one-eighty from the usual bimbos. For one, she had a real job, whereas all the others had been waitresses or retail clerks. And she was close to his age, too. So not his type. I wrinkled my nose as the smell from her mug wafted my way.
I scowled. I hated the way she said it. That condo. Like it was a bad place.
It was a bachelor pad, and I wanted a real home. Plus, I was driving more than an hour to get to the station every morning. With that kind of trip twice a day, the money I was paying for gas was really ridiculous. We got engaged last month, and we finally moved everything in last night.
I looked at Dad, silently asking for a better explanation. Why had he let this woman convince him to move out of the condo and into this place? Who was she to make him change? You really fell for it, munchkin. And we both just love this little town. The city would have been better than this place. Dealing with Mom would have been better than dealing with this little surprise. Dad liked bizarre pink flamingos and horseshoe pits in his yard. At the condo, he had these crazy retro paintings and posters in trippy colors hanging from the walls.
I think there was even a Velvet Elvis in his bedroom. But there was nothing like that in this house. Floral wallpaper. Watercolor art. Nothing with real personality. It was all generic and uniform. Sylvia got to her feet as the sound of the front door opening caught all of our attention. I was shaking. Pissed, confused, overwhelmed. Mostly pissed, though. How dare this woman barge into our lives and change everything. How dare Dad let her! How could he just let this woman talk him into moving?
How could he do it and not tell me? So they knew about me? To the chilly wood floor I used to sprawl across on hot days. To the shower curtain decorated with multicolored fish and one random mermaid. To the goddamn Velvet Elvis. It was like I had no part of it. Like it had never been mine. Maybe it was home to Sylvia and her spawn and even Dad—but it would never be home to me. A second later a short blond girl appeared in the doorway, followed closely by her dark-haired older brother.
They both stepped into the kitchen, letting the bright sunlight from the screen door fall across their faces. I knew the boy in front of me. Sylvia seemed ecstatic about this. She was very touchy. Beside me, Dad looked sheepish. Shows how good my memory is. He was smiling now, but I could tell it was forced. Stiffly, he extended his hand to me. Fun was not the word I would have chosen. Unbearable, awkward, torturous … Anything but fun.
I was supposed to be at the condo, wasting time on the beach, just Dad and me, figuring out college and my life and spending time together. My gaze moved to the queen-size bed in the middle of the room. This one was larger, with an oak frame and way too many pillows. The comforter was a neutral shade of beige, matching easily with the carpet and the curtains that hung around the only window.
The thing that stung—the thing that was most obvious to me—was that this room was meant to be a guest room. The old bed creaked, and the carpet really needed to be redone. But the room had been mine. No one slept there but me. He had a spare room for that. My room had belonged to me and only me. He sighed and calmly shut the bedroom door.
I mean—yes, I knew Greg had a daughter, but I never asked what her name was. I had no idea it was you. I could also see the big-ass inground pool. The water was crystal blue, and a diving board stood at the far end. He was so calm, taking this so well. I kind of wanted to punch him, to make him yell the way I wanted to yell.
I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my fingers around the windowsill. I did care. With Nathan or anyone else. No matter how angry I was at him, I still wanted him to see me as his little girl. Not even that fake cover-up smile. He kept one hand on the knob, but hesitated before turning it. I think we should both just forget what happened the other night and start from scratch. So, like I said, that party never happened. I closed and locked the door behind him. Forget it ever happened?
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He made that sound so easy. I hated him for making it sound so simple. With a sigh, I walked back over to my open duffel bag and stared down at my clothes, thrown haphazardly into the bottom. I never folded things. Folding T-shirts was a ridiculous waste of energy. I grabbed an armful of clothes and went to put them away, but I stopped in the middle of the room.
I stared at the double doors of the closet, which I knew must be humongous. It was probably full of linens, I realized. There was probably an old ironing board inside, or maybe a collapsible treadmill. So I put the clothes back in my bag. Not here. I was thinking of digging out the bottle of Margaritaville Gold at the bottom of my duffel.
It looked like I was going to need it sooner than I thought, though. I frowned and walked across the room. After flipping the lock, I pulled the door open a crack and looked out into the hall. Ashes to Ashes. The Bad Boy Bargain. Kendra C. Boomerang Boyfriend. Under the Dusty Sky. Tiffany Pitcock. By Your Side. Wrong About the Guy.
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And normally, those characters turn me off of a book immediately. Most writers take an awfully-behaved female and say she's "kick-a" or "independent" when in reality, she's just a witch that I never like. Whitley had her moments when I wanted to kick her.
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BUT I really connected with her. Maybe it was trying to make sense of her family problems among everything else that was crashing down around her. Maybe it's because I've been there, although I didn't do the rebellious thing to escape it. I really liked Whitley. I loved watching her grow and come to terms with the way things were in her life.
Her character ARC was beautifully crafted. Nathan was one of the better love interests I've read in YA. I adored him. At times, I liked Sylvia and appreciated how she tried so hard with Whitley unlike my experience with stepmoms , but at other times, I felt she pushed the limits and Greg should've stepped up as the parent.
It wasn't Sylvia's place at times, and that bothered me. Although it is realistic, in many cases The plotline was fast-paced, flowed well, and it was definitely a page turner. The romance was cute even with the awkward situation around it. I really loved this book.