The Problem with Love [antikvár]

Chapter One (( H ere we go!" Needles of icy spray stung Cathy Meyers' face as the rubber raft plummeted down the American River rapids. The boy sitting next to her, Derek Sorenson, instinctively clamped a hand around Cathy's sun-browned arm while she held onto the aluminum frame for dear life. It was spring, and the first run of the season for the five life-jacketed teenagers. The river was high because of the melted snow runoff from the Sierra Nevadas, and it was full of debris it had gathered along its route. Cathy ran her fingers through her tangled, shoulder-length brown hair, dark blue eyes wide with anticipation. She loved the exhilarating rough-and-tumble ride down the river, which carved a roaring path past her hometown. It was a ride that made her scream and laugh, a ride that was alwaj^ full of surprises.