But that seemed unlikely. He was stuck to her and Maya like glue. It appeared that Sawyer’s old caretaking ways—they’d been directed mostly at Clara back in the day—had widened to include the whole town. It was his job, she supposed, but she’d also bet that he took his job really, really seriously.

She turned around and glared at him.

“Wow,” said Maya. “If looks could kill.”

“It was never serious,” Eve said again.

“Liar.”

2. That she could go back in time and make “It was never serious” true.

“Do you remember Jeannie Wilkerson?” Eve asked Maya.

“The Wilkersons used to have that Christmas shop, right? Jeannie was the youngest kid, I think, but she was still older than us— Oh. Yes. I do remember. The parade…”

Eve made a strangled noise. “Ugh. Does everyone remember that?”

“Not everyone,” Maya said diplomatically.

“But the whole town goes to the Mermaid Parade! He made out with her on the Mermaid Christmas float!”

“It wasn’t that big a deal.”

Eve snorted.

“Hey,” Maya said firmly. “If it wasn’t serious, then its demise wasn’t a big deal, right?”

Right. So Eve needed another wish.

3. That she could toss Sawyer in the lake?

No, no. She discarded that one immediately. If she tossed Sawyer into the lake, when he got out, he’d be all wet and shivery.

4. That she could stop thinking about Sawyer Collins being all wet and shivery.

Which in turn made her think about what that stupid beard would look like wet.

Ugh. What was wrong with her? If there was anything grosser than a beard, it was a wet beard.

“What are you waiting for?” Maya teased. “Divine revelation?”

“Okay, okay, just give me a sec.”

Time to get serious. The thought of which had the opposite effect: it made her smile. Because the idea of getting serious over this silly, irrational tradition was a contradiction. She didn’t even have the correct kind of flower for this superstitious ritual that wasn’t even real.

So she should use the first thing that came to mind. Go with her gut.

5. That she could sell the inn right now?

No. She did wish that, but it seemed rude, somehow, to make an official wish that directly went against Lucille’s own firmly held one.

“Come on!” Maya urged. “My buzz is wearing off, and my bed is calling me!”

“You’re the one who wanted to do this!” Eve protested, but she did it with a smile. She liked Maya. Even though she’d only been reacquainted with her for a few hours, she felt like a real friend. “Can you blame me for trying to make sure this moon mojo doesn’t accidentally curse me?”

“I’m about to turn into a pumpkin.” Maya started walking backward.