“Well, I hope you get your purse back soon so you’re not forced to eat mashed potatoes with strangers off the interstate again,” Quinn said, stopping outside of the restaurant. The rain had let up and was replaced by a blanket of humidity. It made Nell’s skin sticky and the idea of her car’s AC that much more desirable.

“And I hope you find someone who doesn’t mind your horrible red flags,” she shot back, trying to stay light despite the butterflies in her stomach still fluttering around. “You know, I mean the whole social media and hating tech thing when I say horrible.”

Quinn didn’t boom with laughter like he’d done during their meal, but he did give a small chuckle. Now that they were standing, their height difference was as blaring as a freight train’s horn. Nell had to look up to meet his gaze.

And that gaze appeared completely done with her.

“Well, goodbye then,” Quinn said without hesitation. “Travel safe.”

Nell opened and closed her mouth. She’d expected more or, at least, hoped for it.

This is why you’re done with men, she reminded herself. They’re wild and they make you wild trying to figure them out.

“You too.”

She smiled back, ever polite, and just like that they parted ways. Nell settled behind the steering wheel of her seen-better-days Maxima and watched the U-Haul pull away. She waited a while before following suit. The two teens who had recorded her inside the restaurant made it to their much nicer car as she was exiting the lot. Nell had half a mind to roll her window down and tell them they better delete whatever video and pictures they’d taken of her but took a look at the Polaroid still developing in her hand. She decided not to say a word.

It was time to go home.

It was time to go back to the real world.

Plus, how much damage could two teens with smartphones really do?

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Acknowledgments

Acknowledgments

I want to say thank you to my agent, Jill Marsal, for her constant encouragement. Also a huge thank you to everyone at Entangled, specifically my wonderful editor Stacy! Y’all are pros at handling my endless emails and simply wonderful with your love and dedication for what you do!

I also want to give shout out to the Bat Signal ladies. Not only are you there when deadlines get intense, you’re there for the triumphs and woes of daily life. This book also is here thanks to the very important role that Dakota Coffee Works of Dothan played in keeping me caffeinated. Large hot mocha with whipped cream became my call sign and you stepped up every time I said it.