Spencer looked confused, like he had an inkling he was in the presence of a sage philosopher and had no idea what she was talking about.

“How do you see music?” Will asked, more surprised than she was that he’d asked.

“It’s called synesthesia and it’s neurological. It means my brain makes extra connections to certain things. So to me, the letter S is yellow, and when I hear music, I see colors moving around like a light show at the same time.”

“So, your brain is like broken?” Spencer asked, frowning.

“Spence.” Will cuffed his brother on the back of the head in exasperation. Great. Five seconds with a pretty girl and his idiot brother had called her brain-damaged.

“It’s okay, Brick,” Remi said, waving the offense away. “It’s not so much broken as it’s like adding whipped cream to a hot fudge sundae. That sundae is pretty great by itself, but add the whipped cream, and now things are getting really good.”

His brother managed to wrangle an invitation to Remi’s house for his own popsicle. “You coming, Brick?” she asked, waving to his grandmother on the front porch.

“Maybe some other time,” he said. He watched them go, watched the way the sun hit that red hair and made it look like fire.

“I see you’ve met some of the locals,” his grandmother said, handing him the watering can so he could reach the hanging pots of ferns.

“Remington Honeysuckle Ford. She looks like trouble to me.”

“Oh, just get to know her. You’ll love her, Brick,” his grandmother predicted.

Maybe this place wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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Author’s Note to the Reader

Dear Reader,

Brick and Remi had two different starts. In 2019, Mr. Lucy and I traveled to Michigan to visit my cousin and his family. While there, they took us on a day trip to Mackinac Island, a charming tourist destination with horses, Victorian homes, and more fudge shops than a candy-lover could enjoy in one day.

“I want to murder someone here!” I announced to Mr. Lucy on the sidewalk. In hindsight, I probably should have either waited to tell him that or at least announced to the strangers around us that I was an author.

A year later, Brick and Remi exploded onto the page while I was busy writing another book. They appeared, nameless and bickering, with a whole lot of sparks threatening to ignite. And then I remembered my murderous Mackinac Island desires. I was so excited about the characters and the idea I sent it off to my admins, Joyce and Tammy. Over the course of two hours we laughed and joked our way through names (“Something manly like Brick but not as porn starry.” HA! Brick stuck.), scene ideas, and conflicts.