Chapters (51)
- Cover
- Praise for A Season for Second Chances
- Also by Jenny Bayliss
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
- Forty-two
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- Discussion Guide
- About the Author
- What’s next onyour reading list?
“Thank you.” She didn’t trust herself to send the same message back, and besides, she wasn’t sure Isaac would kiss Thomas’s cheek on her behalf.
Isaac pulled his collar up around his ears and stepped down onto the gravel. “Well, enjoy your evening,” he said.
“Thank you, you too.”
Isaac nodded once and began to walk away across the courtyard; the sound of his boots crunching on the gravel was audible long after the darkness had swallowed him from sight. Nory resisted the urge to sniff the scarf until she reached the bottom of the main staircase. It smelled of Isaac. Had he worn it, knowing that he would make it smell of him? Or had he worn it because it smelled of her? Did men do that?
“What are you doing?” Ameerah asked, coming out of the library with Dev in tow.
“Nothing. Just sniffing a scarf.”
“I’m not even going to ask. Come on, weirdo, we’ve got to change for dinner.”
Twelve
If anyone had still been on their best behavior before, the pretense had certainly been dropped by that evening’s dinner. Nory marveled at how quickly they had all slipped back into their school roles.
Charles and Guy picked up where they had left off in their self-appointed capacity of alphas: general showing off and chest puffing, loudly reminiscing about daring exploits and mocking Jeremy just enough to keep him in his place of lovable, unthreatening nerd.
Camille was unimpressed, her mouth thinning into a line and her shoulders visibly tense beneath the shoestring straps of her evening dress, but for all the attention he paid her, Guy probably hadn’t even noticed. Nory smiled apologetically at her every chance she got and tried to include her in their conversations. Dev and Ameerah were equally sensitive to the situation, and between them they tried their hardest to make sure Camille didn’t feel like a complete spare part.
Jenna and Pippa—though thoughtful and generous of spirit—were always the badass girls at school: cool, immaculate, smart-mouthed, and supremely confident in their sex appeal. They had carried elements of these traits into their adult lives, although they had matured over time, and what once could have been described as mean-girl mentality had deepened to become self-assurance. But in this environment, even they had regressed. They showed off and laughed too loudly, and though Nory didn’t like to admit it, they could even be a little cliquey.