The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks Page B

for Blaze’s plate. Both Teddy and Lance automatically grabbed for the fries.
    “Hey, that’s for Blaze,” Ronnie cried, trying to stop them. “Get your own.”
    Marcus turned from one to the other. “Yeah?”
    “It’s okay,” Blaze said, pushing the plate toward him. “Really. I won’t be able to eat it all anyway.”
    Marcus reached for the ketchup, acting as though he’d proved his point. “So what are you two talking about? From the window, it looked intense.”
    “Nothing,” Blaze said.
    “Let me guess. She’s telling you about her mom’s sexy boyfriend and their late night trapeze acts, right?”
    Blaze wiggled in her seat. “Don’t be gross.”
    Marcus gave Ronnie a frank stare. “Did she tell you about the night one of her mom’s boyfriends came sneaking into her room? She was like, ‘You’ve got fifteen minutes to get the hell out of here.’”
    “Shut up, okay? That’s not funny. And we weren’t talking about him.”
    “Whatever,” he said, smirking.
    Blaze reached for her shake as Marcus began eating the burger. Teddy and Lance grabbed more fries, and over the next few minutes, the three of them devoured most of what was on the plate. To Ronnie’s dismay, Blaze said nothing, and Ronnie wondered about that.
    Or actually, she didn’t wonder. It seemed obvious that Blaze didn’t want Marcus to get mad at her, so she let him do whatever he wanted. She’d seen it before: Kayla, for all her tough posturing, was the same way when it came to guys. And generally, they treated her like dirt.
    But she wouldn’t say that here. She knew it would only make things worse.
    Blaze sipped her milkshake and put it back on the table. “So what do you guys want to do after this?”
    “We’re out,” Teddy grunted. “Our old man needs me and Lance to work today.”
    “They’re brothers,” Blaze explained.
    Ronnie studied them, not seeing the resemblance. “You are?”
    Marcus finished the burger and pushed the plate to the center of the table. “I know. It’s hard to believe parents could have two such ugly kids, huh? Anyway, their family owns a piece-of-crap motel just over the bridge. The pipes are like a hundred years old, and Teddy’s job is to plunge the toilets when they get clogged.”
    Ronnie wrinkled her nose, trying to imagine it. “Really?”
    Marcus nodded. “Gross, huh? But don’t worry about Teddy. He’s great at it. A real prodigy. He actually enjoys it. And Lance here—his job is to clean the sheets after the noontime crowd rolls through.”
    “Ew,” Ronnie said.
    “I know. It’s totally disgusting,” Blaze added. “And you should see some of the people that go for the hourly rates. You could catch a disease just walking into the room.”
    Ronnie wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so instead she turned to Marcus. “So what do you do?” she asked.
    “Whatever I want,” he answered.
    “Which means?” Ronnie challenged.
    “Why do you care?”
    “I don’t,” she said, keeping her voice cool. “I was just asking.”
    Teddy grabbed the last of the fries from Blaze’s plate. “It means he hangs out at the motel with us. In his room.”
    “You have a room at the motel?”
    “I live there,” he said.
    The obvious question was why, and she waited for more, but Marcus stayed quiet. She suspected he wanted her to attempt to tease the information out of him. Maybe she was reading too much into it, but she had the sudden sense that he wanted her to be interested in him. Wanted her to like him. Even though Blaze was right there.
    Her suspicions were confirmed when he reached for a cigarette. After he lit it, he blew the smoke toward Blaze, then turned to Ronnie.
    “What are you doing tonight?” he asked.
    Ronnie shifted in her seat, suddenly uncomfortable. It seemed like everyone, Blaze included, was waiting for her answer.
    “Why?”
    “We’re having a little get-together at Bower’s Point. Not just us. A bunch of people. I want you to come. Without the