She leaned into the familiar comfort he offered, and something inside her broke loose. “It was . . . ah, Billy. I don’t even know where to start.”

“With the bubbly,” he suggested, and popped the cork.

She told him about all the history they had unearthed about her father, and how Julie had made friends, and Henry had finally found his true self in a reunion with a man he’d walked away from decades before. By the time they finished the bottle, she’d filled him in on all the high points.

“Julie said you fell in love with Finn,” Billy said.

Camille gasped. “She didn’t.”

“She did. Clearly you’ve left a few things out.”

“Well, she’s wrong. I . . . we . . . It wasn’t like that.”

“Then what was it like?”

Magical. Camille couldn’t stop thinking about Finn. She couldn’t stop wishing things could have worked out differently. She wondered how long it would take him to move on to his next conquest. Maybe she should have stayed and fought for their relationship. Then she realized that the right guy would fight for her. Finn wasn’t a fighter, though. He challenged her, made her question herself, made her wonder . . . “It was just a thing. And now it’s over.”

Billy knocked back the last of the prosecco. “Camille Adams, I have loved you ever since the day you shared your PB and J with me in third grade. But I’ve never been able to light you up the way he does. Just now, when I said his name, you nearly fainted.”

“I did not. And for what it’s worth, you’re my best friend. I love you, too.”

“Just not that way.” He clutched at his heart.

“Stop it.”

“Not until you admit I’m right. And Julie’s right. You fell in love with that guy.”

“Maybe I did, just a little. Or a lot.”

“Then why are you standing here with me? You’re going to let him walk away? You idiot. I love you enough to tell you to go after a guy who actually has a shot at making you happy. If you don’t go for it, you’ll break all three of our hearts.”

“All four,” Julie corrected, coming down from her room. “Hiya, Billy.”

“Hey, gorgeous.”

“Leave me be, both of you,” Camille said.

Julie left her mom arguing with Billy about Finn. Mom didn’t seem to realize that the more she pretended she didn’t like him, the more obvious it was that she was totally in love with him. Julie wished her mom would admit that she’d finally found a guy who could actually make her happy.

Jumping on her bike, she sped into town. Another cool thing about Finn was that whatever it was he’d said to her mother on that last morning in France had caused her to unbend a little. Since they’d been back, Mom hadn’t been so helicoptery. Only yesterday, Papi had bought them both new bikes—really good mountain bikes with compression brakes—and they made a pact that they’d go for a ride together every evening.