Then Peeta’s there looking handsome in red and white, pulling me off to the side. “I hardly get to see you. Haymitch seems bent on keeping us apart.”
Haymitch is actually bent on keeping us alive, but there are too many ears listening, so I just say, “Yes, he’s gotten very responsible lately.”
“Well, there’s just this and we go home. Then he can’t watch us all the time,” says Peeta.
I feel a sort of shiver run through me and there’s no time to analyze why, because they’re ready for us.
You can’t convince me that Katniss wasn’t into Peeta by the end of book one.

















