Publisher's Synopsis
As soon as I could, I turned my head away from the scenery and told my father that he worried his little girl was both chilly and fatigued, ruining the entire experience for me. As papa and I were driving, I turned around to see him walking by Clare's car and they were both laughing hysterically.
And that's always been the case. He was like an older brother to me, which is something I never had and do not want. A dozen times a day, I clenched my teeth and thought to myself, "If ever we met in London," but that was nonsense because, of course, it didn't matter what he was thinking; he had no business being so obnoxiously familiar.
