This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2020 by Tyler Collins. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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Edited by Stacy Abrams

Cover design by Bree Archer

Cover illustration by Elizabeth Turner Stokes

ISBN 978-1-68281-538-0

Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition April 2020

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Dedication

This book, and every new book until forever, is for Rachel M. Thank you for being the best friend, support system, and reader I’ve ever had the incredibly good fortune to know. Sloane exists in part because of the safe and creative space you continue to make for me every time we talk. #FireAtWill

This series is also for the most epic and patient of beta readers, Chelsea M. and Shelby A. Without you two, this book would still be half written with me sobbing softly in the background. Thank you for reading every single awkward moment.

Chapter One

Chapter One

“I’m going to have to move to Antarctica.”

Sloane De Carlo was staring at her computer screen, trying to run the numbers on how fast she could buy a plane ticket, pack a bag, and disappear into the icy tundra.

“It’s not that bad.”

Emma Castings was lying. Just sitting there staring at her computer screen and L-Y-I-N-G. If she hadn’t been Sloane’s best friend for most of her twenty-six years of life, Sloane might have thrown something at her. Instead, she used her words.

“It’s not that good, either. You did read that, right? You do understand the situation? The reason why I should invest in several parkas and get the hell out of Dodge?”

Emma was a cool, cool customer. In fifth grade, she’d pierced her own ears in front of Sloane like a practiced surgeon, not a prepubescent kid trying not to throw up at the sight of blood. Sloane, on the other hand, had thrown up the moment she pressed her mom’s chenille sewing needle to her skin and a bubble of blood had come up. But Emma was like that. Levelheaded with not-moving-to-Antarctica sensibilities.