Outside security, Logan wraps her arms around Cade’s waist, holding on tightly. Last night, she and her dad had a farewell dinner at the inn. It was the first time in several weeks she’d been with Cade and his family. As a graduation present, Dad gave her a trip to Milwaukee and for ten days, she and Blair hiked, hung out, and ate gallons of Culver’s custard until Blair left for freshman orientation at UW-Madison. Instead of returning to Riviere, Logan and her dad explored New York City. He understood when Logan said she wanted Cade to drive her to the airport. They needed last-minute goodbye time.

Taking a deep breath, she inhales the smells of the inn—the rosemary-mint shampoo, firewood, cleaners, and Nana’s cooking. If only she could bottle it, bottle home. Or better yet, take Cade with her. But, for now, it’s impossible. CadeandLogan/LoganandCade will be Cade and Logan/Logan and Cade, best friends, always.

They’d talked about it. Georgetown and Washington, DC, and SUNY-Lakeside and Riviere. A seven-hour drive. Four long years. Her new goal: getting a degree in culture and politics. For now, Cade has decided to study business and marketing and make a difference for his family’s inn. But the inn isn’t the only reason Cade needs to stay. He has no idea how many more days, weeks, years he’ll have with Nana. Lately, she’s been sharing more stories about their family in Poland. That history means everything to Cade, and he wants to be there to record every piece of it. She is also teaching him to bake, and since all her recipes are stored in her head, Cade is in the process of writing every one down.

“Miss you already,” Cade says, pulling back.

“Miss you more.” Logan hesitates, then adds, “What we went through with Mr. Bartley…I’m so glad we had each other. No one else will ever understand exactly what we went through, you know?”

“I know. Can’t say I want to do battle with a teacher again.”

Logan laughs. “For sure.” Her face grows serious. “But if we have to—”

“—we will. And we’ll do whatever we can speak up for others facing injustice,” Cade finishes.

“Exactly.”

They smile at each other, holding on to that moment until Cade drops his arms to his side and takes a step back. The rectangular outline in his cargo pocket catches Logan’s attention. “What is that? Is it for me?” His expression tells her it is. She practically pounces, but Cade manages to trap her hand before she can extract the present.

“I had planned to give it to you right before you enter the security line. I don’t want you to open it in front of me.”

“We’re at the security line and if I hate it, I’ll regift it to my new roommate.”

“You’re not going to hate it.”