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pounds more.
    “Do you think we should let mom and Glenn know we’re stopping?”
    He laughed. “I hate to tell you this, but we passed them.”
    “What?”
    “Molly and Dad are way behind us.”
    “How?” I’d been playing scrabble on my phone. I never noticed.
    He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel in time with a song on the radio. “My dad is driving in the slow lane because—and this is just my opinion—he’s occupied with something other than the GPS.”
    “I thought they were supposed to be responsible adults!”
    “It’s a good thing we’re past an impressionable stage of youth.”
    “We should have insisted they take a honeymoon. One night in Vegas wasn’t enough.” Zack and I told them to go away for a week. Heck, even a weekend. But Glenn and mom were so excited about the new house they didn’t want to wait.
    “I tried, you know how my dad is.”
    “Yeah,” I shoved my phone in my pocket. It wasn’t easy with Kirk doing his impression of a lap cat. “This must be some sort of lust stage.”
    “How do you figure?”
    “I’m no expert,” I leaned my head back against the seat, trying to look at Zack with an unobstructed view. “I read an article in biology and it said the first few months of a physical relationship are…intense.” I really didn’t want to go into detail. I’m sure he got the gist of it.
    “Ah, hormones.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Like mating season.”
    “Don’t say that.”
    “Our parents are going to be screwing each other silly.”
    “Stop!” I covered my ears.
    “Prude.”
    “Pervert.”
    “Hey, break time.” He said with false cheer, changed lanes, and took an exit ramp.
    Kirk was so happy when I opened my door he leapt from the van with a howl, rolling around in the dirt next to me. We hadn’t been on the road long, but he was the only dog I ever met who hated car rides. Maybe it had something to do with his tummy problems. Maybe he got carsick. Or maybe my dog is freak.
    Zack lobbed an empty water bottle into a garbage can. Perfect aim. “I’m going to find the bathrooms, don’t drive off without me.”
    “You’ve got the keys, remember?” But it did sound like a good idea.
    “Lucky me.”
    I walked Kirk a few yards away, not bothering to watch Zack strut to the restrooms.
    Okay, admission time…I wasn’t like the girls in the Unofficial Zack Warren Fan Club on the outside. On the inside it was another story…one I tried my damndest to suppress.
    My heart did race. Sometimes I walked by the baseball field to see him pitch during practice. Sometimes I sat in the stands pretending to do my homework. But I liked to think I had better control of my crazy hormones. Was skilled enough to act completely indifferent toward him. To hate him.
    I really hate him.
    Hate him so much it hurts.
    You had to have a pretty convincing smile, and be great at faking approval when your father introduces you to his new love—a six-foot blonde named Helga with boobs the size of beach balls. So acting like I could give a darn about Zack had been a breeze, especially because he doesn’t like me.
    How do you shift careers from sausage maker to model anyway?
    Unless Helga modeled with the sausages for advertisement…eww.
    I put that disgusting picture out of my head and stopped walking so Kirk could do his business, squatting like a girl.
    “You pee like a sissy.” I said, looking up at the crisp blue sky to give him privacy. I’d want privacy if I were a dog. He barked, tugging on the leash, all done. “Sorry. It’s not your fault. For all I know, you could be gay…. I’m talking to a dog.”
    He barked again.
    “No, that’s not normal.”
    I turned back for the van and found a man standing a few feet behind me. He was older, maybe in his sixties, smiling at me. One of his top front teeth was missing.
    Kirk wasn’t what you’d call observant. He didn’t notice. Instead he tried to track a squirrel up a tree. Fortunately, dogs can’t climb trees. All he