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  1. Praise for the novels of Peter Pezzelli
  2. Also by
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright Page
  5. Dedication
  6. PART ONE
  7. CHAPTER 1
  8. CHAPTER 2
  9. CHAPTER 3
  10. CHAPTER 4
  11. CHAPTER 5
  12. CHAPTER 6
  13. CHAPTER 7
  14. CHAPTER 8
  15. CHAPTER 9
  16. CHAPTER 10
  17. CHAPTER 11
  18. CHAPTER 12
  19. CHAPTER 13
  20. CHAPTER 14
  21. CHAPTER 15
  22. CHAPTER 16
  23. CHAPTER 17
  24. CHAPTER 18
  25. CHAPTER 19
  26. CHAPTER 20
  27. CHAPTER 21
  28. CHAPTER 22
  29. CHAPTER 23
  30. PART TWO
  31. CHAPTER 24
  32. CHAPTER 25
  33. CHAPTER 26
  34. CHAPTER 27
  35. CHAPTER 28
  36. CHAPTER 29
  37. CHAPTER 30
  38. CHAPTER 31
  39. CHAPTER 32
  40. CHAPTER 33
  41. CHAPTER 34
  42. CHAPTER 35
  43. CHAPTER 36
  44. CHAPTER 37
  45. CHAPTER 38
  46. PART THREE
  47. CHAPTER 39
  48. CHAPTER 40
  49. CHAPTER 41
  50. CHAPTER 42
  51. CHAPTER 43
  52. CHAPTER 44
  53. CHAPTER 45
  54. CHAPTER 46
  55. CHAPTER 47
  56. CHAPTER 48
  57. CHAPTER 49
  58. CHAPTER 50
  59. CHAPTER 51
  60. EPILOGUE

“Actually, I’ve been hoping for more than one,” his friend replied. “But that’s just me.”

“Whatever,” sighed Carter in exasperation. “Anyway, so there you are.You stop and you look back at her and your eyes meet for a second, and all of a sudden all these possibilities start running through your head. It’s like you can see your whole life opening up ahead of you, and you think maybe you should just go after her, just get on that bus and see where it takes you. But before you can make a move, the bus drives away or the car passes or you lose her in the crowd, and it’s over forever. Happens all the time, right? So you move on and just forget about it, and you never know what could have been.Well, this time, I don’t want to forget about it and just move on. I wanna get on that bus. I want to know what could be. And that’s why I’ve been studying Italian, because when I get to Italy, I want to know for sure.”

“I can see that,” said Jimmy, scrunching up his chin, “except you’re not getting on a bus.You’re getting on a plane.”

“Plane, bus, makes no difference.”

“It does when you’re flying halfway around the world to a place you’ve never been, hoping that she’s the one.”

“Come on,” said Carter. “Are you going to tell me that it’s never happened to you, that you’ve never felt the same way at least once?”

Jimmy gave a sigh and shook his head.

“Let me tell you something, Quinnie,” he replied. “There are some things in life that you just can’t have, no matter how good they look and how bad you want them, or think you need them. That’s just the way it is. So I don’t worry about those things. If I can’t have them—if that bus you’re talking about pulls out of town—then hey, I just stop and take a look around to see what else there is right here next to me that maybe I’ve been overlooking. You know, when that bus goes, it usually leaves something pretty good behind.You just gotta keep your eyes open.That’s my philosophy.”

“Sure, you’re all talk now,” chuckled Carter. “But watch, someday it will happen to you. And then you’ll be coming to me for Italian lessons.”

“Yeah?” said Jimmy, rolling his eyes. “Well why don’t you start right now by telling me how to say ‘shut up and do your next set of benches’ in Italian?”

Carter gave a laugh, then he reached up and lifted the bar.

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 14