Fucking flake, Jake thought, but the sentiment lacked heat. He knew he should be mad at his sister for conning him into this and then blithely skipping out. Really, he should be pissed beyond all get out for letting his sister rope him into wasting his free Sunday volunteering to clean up the beach. Not that volunteering was a bad thing, Jake thought. But volunteering was for tree-huggers and bunny cuddlers, and, well, pu...