“I know that you’re an American heathen,” he begins. “So, I’ll educate you. Don’t eavesdrop again. It’s rude. And it’s unacceptable.”
I stare at him incredulously.
“Unacceptable? I don’t know a lot about Caberra, I will admit,” I say as icily as I can with my heart thumping in my throat. “But I’m pretty sure there is no law against standing on the beach. If you don’t want to be overheard, don’t talk so loudly. Have a good day.”
I spin on my heel and do my best stalking imitation.
And then I’m grabbed by the elbow and spun harshly around. I gasp and yank away.
Nate is staring at me again, and he thumps his finger on my chest.
“Mind your own business,” he says. “And leave me alone.”
He pivots and walks away before I can even say anything. I’m so shocked at his behavior and by the fact that he grabbed me-he actually freaking grabbed me- that I can’t even speak. I watch him retreat as I rub at my arm.
What the eff just happened?
Chapter Thirteen
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