one of those cheesy scenic overlooks where a couple of minivans were already parked along the
shoulder。
Bo…ring。
？You want me to stop？？ Nate had already slowed and was pulling over。 He knew better than to
argue with Blair。
？It？ll be funny。？ Blair dug into her hastily packed Coach straw carryall and unearthed a digital
camera。 ？I swiped it from Serena？s house。 I hope she？s not too pissed。？
Nate frowned at the mention of Serena？s name。 He was still feeling a little guilty about sneaking
out of Serena？s place without saying goodbye？and on her birthday。 Blair had persuaded him that
Serena wouldn？t have wanted a morning wake…up call； birthday or no birthday； and chances were
she hadn？t gone to bed alone anyway。 And it was her house； so it wasn？t like they？d just ditched
her in the middle of nowhere。
Whatever you need to tell yourself。
Before Nate had even turned off the car； Blair had already slipped out of her seat and skipped
toward the low stone wall that separated the parking area from the dramatic drop…off into a deep；
tree…lined valley below。 She was wearing the tiniest white shorts he had ever seen； and they made
her legs look ridiculously touchable。 She hopped up onto the wall and pouted her lips。
？Take a picture！？
Grinning and horny all over again； Nate fumbled with his seat belt and burst out of the car；
willing himself not to run over to the stone wall and stick his hands down her tiny shorts。 He took
the camera from Blair？s outstretched hand instead。 ？Say cheese。？
Blair stuck out her tongue and crossed her eyes。
？Gorgeous。？ Nate laughed at tan； happy； beautiful Blair on the little LCD screen。
Blair patted the wall next to her。 ？Take one of both of us together。？
Nate clambered up on the wall and held the camera out in front of them。 Blair pressed her
smooth cheek against his。 The smell of her made him feel lightheaded； and he put his free hand
out to steady himself。
Careful there； slugger。
？I want our whole summer to be just like this。？ Blair slipped her arm through his and
sighed。 ？The two of us； alone on the open sea。 No people； no worries。 It？ll be perfect。？ Just like in
the movie set on constant replay in her mind。
Nate nodded。 ？I can？t wait to get out on the water。？ The mental image of Blair in her bikini；
lolling about on the deck of theCharlotte； swept over him。 It was happening at last。 The real
summer he was meant to have was beginning？ and everything was falling into place。 Driving
northeast in that the serene summer afternoon toward the ocean； toward freedom； with Blair right
next to him 。 。 。 Nate could feel the weight of all his past mistakes lift off of his shoulders。 He had
never swiped from his coach？s stash of Viagra； he had never had his diploma withheld； he had
never hooked up with Tawny； he had never rubbed ointment on Babs？s tattoo。 He had just spent
the night with Blair； and he was about to spend the rest of the summer with her and maybe the rest
of his life。 All was as it should be with the universe。
？Okay。 Time to drive。？ It was almost like Blair was reading his mind。 She hopped down from the
wall； grabbing the camera from Nate？s hand to scrutinize the pictures he？d just taken。
？I just gotta make a pit stop。？ He nodded in the direction of the concrete bungalow that housed
the roadside restrooms。
？Be quick about it。？ Blair kissed his cheek before skipping back to the passenger seat。
Inside the chemical…smelling bathroom； Nate focused on what would happen a couple of hours
from that moment； when they at last reached their destination。 He closed his eyes； picturing Blair
skipping ahead of him； up the gangplank and onto the yacht； shedding those tiny white shorts as
she went。
As he washed his hands； Nate felt the familiar throb of his phone vibrating in the pocket of his
cargo shorts。 It was probably Blair； telling him to hurry up。 He smiled。 Some things never
changed？like Blair？s impatience。 He dialed his voicemail； hoping to listen to the sexy message
Blair had left him as he dried his hands。 The phone was perched precariously between his ear and
his shoulder and he almost dropped it into the sink when instead of hearing Blair？s sly； giggly
voice； he heard the angry grumble of Coach Michael？s。
？Archibald； I don？t know what the hell you think you？re pulling； but you better be on your
deathbed right now。 Thought my wife would cover for you？ Forget it； kid。 She said you were
smoking pot in my fucking attic。 Under my goddamn roof。You think I was bluffing； Archibald？
I？m calling your dad the second I get off the phone。 It？s over； kid。 You？re never going to see that
diploma。 Yale？ It？s never going to happen。 Big mistake； kid； fucking with me。 Big…time mistake。
And I？m not through with you yet。？
Nate finished drying his hands on his shorts； then grabbed the phone； stabbing at the button that
would erase that message forever。 He stuffed it back in his pocket and studied his face in the
cracked rest…stop mirror。 He had to get the fuck out of there。
Spoken like a man on the run。
the purloined letter
？Hey。 It？s Blair。 I just wanted to call and say； you know； happy birthday。 Sorry we took off。 I？ll
call you later and tell you everything。？
Snapping her telephone shut and tossing it into her bag； Blair leaned back into the warm leather
embrace of her bucket seat and tapped her foot impatiently。 What the fuck was taking so long？ The
sooner they got back on the road； the sooner they would be at theCharlotte； and the sooner she
would be stretched out on the wide wooden deck sunning herself in only her undies； drinking
spiked lemonade and feeding Nate slivers of raw bluepoint oysters with her fingers。That？s how
she planned to spend every minute of the rest of the summer。
Not a bad plan！
She swiveled the rearview mirror to examine her face： her eyes looked bright and clear； her skin
sun…kissed and flawless； her hair flecked with gold。 She grinned at herself。 All the stresses of the
summer just melted away： she？d never gone to London with Lord Marcus； she？d never played
second fiddle to Serena on her movie debut； she？d never seen Nate holding hands with some tacky
Long Island townie。 Everything was just as it should be： her and Nate； in love； forever。
Blair fiddled idly with the stereo； but Nate had the car keys in his pocket； so it wouldn？t play。
Impatiently； she turned the knob on the glove box。 It dropped open to reveal a crisp white
envelope with a name scrawled across it in a familiar hand。
Nate。
？What？s this？？ Blair said aloud。 She picked up the envelope。 Why the fuck was Serena leaving
an envelope for Nate？ Glancing in the direction of the bathroom to confirm that Nate was still
inside； she slid her fingernail under the envelope？s flap。 She unfolded the paper and started to read
Serena？s manic scribble：
？
Nate： I just turned eighteen a couple of hours ago。When the clock struck； I looked around the
room and I couldn？t find you。 I know you were with Blair； and if you？re really happy； then I？m
happy for you。 Because how can you not want someone you love to be ha