He stops dead still in his tracks and yanks his hands from his pockets to demonstrate, with open palms forward, that he isn't armed. This isn't what he had in mind by taking it on the chin. But Sarah's fucking dangerous and he has to respect that, whether she's a MILF or a teen.

"I'm Cook," he says, pretty fucking calmly and yes he is proud of himself for that. "You know me." For a dizzying, stomach-lurching second, this feels like a conversation he has already had once before with another girl. "Just 'cause the island's being a bitch doesn't mean you have to go all frigid on me, too."