Back A Summer of Firsts
Chapters (52)
  1. Cover
  2. Back Cover Text
  3. Praise
  4. Booklist
  5. The Goodbye Quilt
  6. Dedication
  7. Day One
  8. Chapter One
  9. Chapter Two
  10. Day Two
  11. Chapter Three
  12. Chapter Four
  13. Day Three
  14. Chapter Five
  15. Day Four
  16. Chapter Six
  17. Day Five
  18. Chapter Seven
  19. Chapter Eight
  20. Chapter Nine
  21. Day Six
  22. Chapter Ten
  23. Chapter Eleven
  24. Day Seven
  25. Chapter Twelve
  26. Chapter Thirteen
  27. Chapter Fourteen
  28. Epilogue
  29. Acknowledgments
  30. First Time in Forever
  31. Dedication
  32. Epigraph
  33. Chapter One
  34. Chapter Two
  35. Chapter Three
  36. Chapter Four
  37. Chapter Five
  38. Chapter Six
  39. Chapter Seven
  40. Chapter Eight
  41. Chapter Nine
  42. Chapter Ten
  43. Chapter Eleven
  44. Chapter Twelve
  45. Chapter Thirteen
  46. Chapter Fourteen
  47. Chapter Fifteen
  48. Chapter Sixteen
  49. Chapter Seventeen
  50. Acknowledgments
  51. Excerpt
  52. BPA

“With the toys? Of course. You will decide what we keep and what we give away. Do you like books?”

Lizzy nodded slowly. “Emily has been reading to me.”

“Good. Because I have more books than the library.”

It was one thing to let Lizzy play in a different room, something else entirely to leave her alone with someone. Emily shook her head. “I can’t.”

“She’s safe here with me.” Agnes spoke quietly. “We’re not going to leave the house.”

Lizzy was holding Andrew tightly. “I’m not allowed to go to the beach.”

Emily bit her lip. “Lizzy—”

“I’m too old for the beach,” Agnes said calmly. “I’m too old to be brushing sand out of my shoes and out of the house. We are going to stay indoors and have fun. It’s been a long time since I’ve had the pleasure of young company.”

To refuse would be insulting to Agnes, but to accept would mean being alone with Ryan.

“She isn’t used to strangers.” She realized how ridiculous that was as an excuse, when Lizzy had virtually been raised by strangers.

Lizzy must have thought it, too, because she climbed onto the sofa next to Agnes. “I want to stay.”

Deprived of excuses by the excuse herself, Emily gave a helpless shrug.

“If you’re sure—”

Agnes smiled. “I can’t think of anything I’d like more. Don’t rush. We’ll still be here when you get back, and nothing is going to happen.”

Lizzy inched closer to Agnes. “Sometimes there are men with cameras.”

Agnes’s mouth tightened. “Not on my property, pumpkin.”

As she left the house, Emily felt Ryan’s hand on her back.

“You told my grandmother the truth?”

“Yes. Was that a mistake?”

“No. And you have no reason to worry about her safety. If Puffin Island were ever invaded, Agnes would lead the defense. She raised two children of her own and then took on three grandchildren. Lizzy is in good hands.”

She tried to ignore the warmth of his hand. Tried to forget how those hands had felt as they’d moved over her body. “Four. You’re forgetting to include yourself.”

“I was part of the management team.” His smile made her heart beat faster.

Her level of awareness was a constant hum beneath the anxiety about being responsible for Lizzy. “It’s the first time I’ve left her.”