Chapters (47)
- Cover
- 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
- 2 Months Later
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Books by Kasie West
- Back Ad
- About the Publisher
Why did everyone think I didn’t appreciate art? Just because I wasn’t artistic didn’t mean I couldn’t appreciate good art. But that wasn’t the point. I needed the whole three hours to make sure I didn’t miss Heath. If we missed him, we’d have to try something else, and so far, nothing else was working. We’d been talking to people all week and nobody knew anything concrete. I hoped Heath didn’t wait until 9:55 to show up tonight because my feet were already killing me. “I know, it’s just . . . we were meeting someone there at seven.”
“I see. Yes, you can—”
A car horn from outside cut him off.
“Never mind! Thanks, Dad.” I tripped my way out of his room, then steadied myself. I needed more practice walking in heels.
“Have fun,” he called after me. “And remember who you are!”
“Already forgot!” I called back, then pulled the door shut behind me.
I hurried to Amelia’s car. “Took you long enough,” I said when I got inside.
“Sorry. My mom borrowed my shoes and didn’t remember where she’d put them. I was trying to find them and Cooper thought it was the time to blockade me from going into each room.”
“That’s annoying.”
“You are so lucky you don’t have to deal with siblings.” Right as she said it, she sucked in her lips. “Wow. I’m sorry. I’m a loser. You can hit me as hard as you want in the arm.” She held out her arm like I was really going to do it.
I stared at Eric’s truck, up there on its pedestal, as she pulled down the driveway and out onto the street. In a way she was right. I didn’t have to deal with siblings. But in a way she was so very wrong. “No, it’s okay. I knew what you meant. Did you end up warning Abby and your brother about tonight?” I asked.
“Yes. They both kind of blew it off. Abby said they have security at the museum, then added, ‘We’ve met the real Heath Hall, so we won’t be impressed.’”
“So she thinks he won’t be able to get in?”
“Or something. Cooper just laughed and said he remembered a few things fake Heath Hall had done in their day, then patted my head.”
“Their day? Like two years ago?”
“Yeah. I decided that maybe they deserve a little trouble tonight.”
I laughed. “Speaking of trouble. I forgot to tell you what happened after practice the other night.”
“You mean Robert showing up? I’ve been thinking about that. Do you think he’s Heath Hall?”