There’s something different about him, and I don’t have to think hard to see it. Something about the way he takes over a room, the way he looks at me, like he has already identified and can disarm every one of my defense mechanisms with no effort, like he sees through them to the disaster lying beneath. And he wants it.

I'm now unmistakeably attracted to the yeti.

My best friend will demand a girls' night out and then act like it's a complete coincidence that her boyfriend shows up, even though I watched her text him our exact location a half hour before.

But there's something about those guys that work up there. I can't explain it. I mean, they're crazy, landing on glaciers and mountain ridges, flying through whiteouts. They're like..." Her eyes search for words within my walls. "Sky cowboys.