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Chapters (55)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Content
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Chapter 41
  47. Chapter 42
  48. Chapter 43
  49. Chapter 44
  50. Chapter 45
  51. Chapter 46
  52. Chapter 47
  53. Chapter 48
  54. Epilogue
  55. Also by Laura Branchflower

Is Matt the boy I met at the pool this summer? Lina read the text as the front door closed, signaling Katie and Matt’s departure. “Megan?” She stepped into the family room, where Megan and Logan were watching TV. “You texted your father?”

“He would have wanted to know.”

Lina bit her bottom lip. As much as she wanted to chastise Megan, she knew doing so would risk alienating her completely. “I wish you would have discussed it with me first,” Lina said in the calmest voice she could muster.

“Why? Were you going to tell me not to tell him?”

“No, I—” She looked down as her cell phone began to ring. “Never mind,” she said, turning to leave the room. “Phil—”

“That kid just took a shower in our house?” Phil barked out.

“Calm down,” Lina whispered as she headed upstairs.

“Don’t tell me to calm down! I told you last summer what I thought about him!”

“If you don’t lower your voice, I’m hanging up.”

“You don’t have a right to make unilateral decisions. I’m still her father!”

Lina ended the call, continuing up the stairs and into her bedroom, her heart pounding in her chest. The phone began ringing again. She waited for four rings before she brought it to her ear. “If you yell, I’m hanging up.”

“Lina,” he began, his voice intense but low, “don’t hang up on me.”

“He’s a nice boy.”

“I met him. He’s not a nice boy.” His voice was clipped but controlled.

“He is. I’ve spent hours around him.”

“Hours? You’ve spent hours around him, and I’m just hearing about him today?”

“It’s not my fault she didn’t tell you. How would I know you didn’t know?”

There was a long pause. “Did you think I knew?” he asked, his voice losing its intensity. “Really?”

“No,” she admitted, her voice resigned. “I mean, I didn’t know for sure, but I figured you didn’t know.”

“She’s my daughter too. It should have been you or Katie, not Megan, telling me.”

“You’re right. I should have told you, but I was afraid you would react just the way you’re reacting. You’re condemning him based on the way he looks.”

“Give me a little more credit than that. I had a conversation with him, remember? I want what’s best for her. It’s as simple as that. And he isn’t it.”

“See? You’re not even willing to give him a chance.”

“He’s out of school, Lina. She should be dating boys her own age.”

“There’s just two years between them.”