“So, I’ve dated a lot of guys that I didn’t feel attracted to on the first date, but I still give them at least another chance or two, because sometimes the attraction does come. Not always, but sometimes. Remember Bill?” Lucy dated him for over a year and they somehow managed to remain friendly after the breakup.

“You weren’t attracted to him at first?” Paula didn’t remember that.

Lucy laughed. “Not even remotely. But he was so nice and funny, and we had a great time together. By the third date, he was much cuter, because I knew him better and bam, the attraction was there. It might have also had something to do with the fact that I overheard someone else say they thought he was hot.”

Paula laughed, too. “Funny how that works. How did your date with Ben go?”

“We had fun! He’s not my typical type at all, but he’s a nice guy and really outgoing. We went to The Club Car for dinner and drinks, and I think he knew a half dozen or so people there. I like him enough to go out with him again.”

“Well, that’s good.”

“You know, I have an idea. He mentioned going to see some blues bands next Saturday afternoon. It’s at Cisco Brewers and will go all afternoon with five or six different bands playing sets. It’s an outside thing and there will be beer, of course, but wine, too, and all kinds of snack stuff, like hot dogs. Very casual. Why don’t you and Jason come with us? It might be more fun with a small group.”

“That’s actually not a bad idea. If he calls this week, I’ll suggest it to him.”

Bella was sad to see Julia leave Sunday morning. She was more alarmed, though, by the text message her sister sent from the airport. While waiting to board her plane, Julia was checking Facebook and there was a picture of Bella and Julia in the Sweet Inspirations shop and the caption, “Is Cami Carmichael vacationing on Nantucket? If not, she’s a dead ringer except for the hair.”

Panic swept over Bella. She wasn’t ready to deal with the media yet. Not on Nantucket, which until now had felt like her safe place. She thought about what to do and then she walked down to the lobby and went to the hotel’s luxurious spa, which also had a hair salon.

She made sure not to smile when the hostess greeted her—and that was hard, but necessary. She didn’t want anyone else to put two and two together.

“Can I help you?”

“I’d like to get a cut and color please.”