QUOTE : I’m Josh Wynter, by the way.”<br />“And do you become Josh Summer in June?” I asked.<br />Okay, it was totally lame, a stupid thing to say, but I was still reeling from the fact that a hot guy--were all the guys on this island hot?--was roaming the halls and I was…<br />Not at my best. Ratty robe. Fuzzy slippers. Hair tangled. Teeth unbrushed.<br />And have I mentioned that I am not a morning person?<br />“Actually,” he said at last, as though finally catching on to my not-so-witty banter, “I stay Josh Wynter all year. Do you stay unfriendly?”<br />“That does not deserve an answer,” I mumbled as I shoved past him as quickly as I could and went into the bathroom. I slammed the door shut.<br />Okay, I <i>had</i> been unfriendly, rude even, but he was so unexpected. And so hot. And I already had a date for Friday night.