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Chapters (75)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. PART ONE
  5. CHAPTER ONE
  6. CHAPTER TWO
  7. CHAPTER THREE
  8. CHAPTER FOUR
  9. CHAPTER FIVE
  10. CHAPTER SIX
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT
  13. PART TWO
  14. CHAPTER NINE
  15. CHAPTER TEN
  16. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  17. CHAPTER TWELVE
  18. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  20. PART THREE
  21. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  22. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  23. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  24. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  25. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY
  27. PART FOUR
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  35. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  36. PART FIVE
  37. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  40. PART SIX
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  44. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  45. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  46. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  47. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  48. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  49. CHAPTER FORTY
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  51. PART SEVEN
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  54. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  55. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  56. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  57. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  58. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  59. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  60. CHAPTER FIFTY
  61. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  62. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
  63. CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
  64. CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
  65. CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
  66. CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
  67. CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
  68. CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
  69. CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
  70. CHAPTER SIXTY
  71. Epilogue: FRAGMENTS
  72. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  73. Also by Patrick Lee
  74. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  75. Newsletter Sign-up

Sam had talked to girls often enough at his old school. A couple of his friends were girls, even. It had never been a big deal, really. But there was talking to girls and then there was talking to girls. He really hadn’t done much of the latter. Hadn’t just walked up to one at a dance, or in the hallway, and introduced himself. That seemed to be one of those skills you needed years and years to get good at. From what he’d seen, even some guys as old as twenty hadn’t quite mastered it.

Watching this girl on the swing, it occurred to him that he could probably turn around and ride away without her knowing he’d been here. He didn’t really feel like doing that, but still—

She looked up and saw him, and flinched a little. He saw her hands tighten around the swing chains.

“Sorry,” Sam said. “I was just riding around—I wasn’t—I mean—”

Jesus, dude. Chill.

The girl managed a smile. “It’s okay.” Then, before Sam could reply, she said, “You’re the kid that just moved in, right?”

Sam nodded.

“I live down the street,” the girl said. “I saw you. And … your dad?”

“My mom,” Sam said, “and she’s really self-conscious about her looks, alright?”

He had no idea where the joke had come from, and no idea if it was the least bit funny. His brain had just whipped it up and shoved it out there.

For a second she almost seemed to take it seriously—then she scowled and shook her head. “Funny, smartass.”

But she laughed, too, and for some reason the sound of it blew away about ninety percent of the tension that had coiled up in Sam’s chest the moment he’d seen her.

“You want to sit down?” the girl asked. She indicated the swing next to hers.

“Yeah,” Sam said. He pushed his bike onto the grass and dropped it, and crossed to the swings. He sat beside the girl.

“I’m Sam Dryden,” he said.

The girl touched both of her feet to the ground, turned herself toward him and offered a handshake. “Dani Ellis,” she said.

CHAPTER TEN

It was crazy how quickly the talking became easy. Even after a minute or two, there was nothing to it. Who would have guessed?

He kept making her laugh, which felt amazing.