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The Lovely and the Lost

Jennifer Lynn Barnes
Chapters (61)
  1. Title page
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Chapter 34
  38. Chapter 35
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37
  41. Chapter 38
  42. Chapter 39
  43. Chapter 40
  44. Chapter 41
  45. Chapter 42
  46. Chapter 43
  47. Chapter 44
  48. Chapter 45
  49. Chapter 46
  50. Chapter 47
  51. Chapter 48
  52. Chapter 49
  53. Chapter 50
  54. Chapter 51
  55. Chapter 52
  56. Chapter 53
  57. Chapter 54
  58. Chapter 55
  59. Acknowledgments
  60. About the Author

ALSO BY JENNIFER LYNN BARNES

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Killer Instinct

All In

Bad Blood

Little White Lies

Title page

Copyright

Copyright © 2019 by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Designed by Marci Senders

Cover art © 2019 by Melissamn/Shutterstock

Cover design by Marci Senders

All rights reserved. Published by Freeform Books, an imprint of Disney Book Group. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the publisher. For information address Freeform Books, 125 West End Avenue, New York, New York 10023.

ISBN 978-1-4847-8586-7

Dedication

For Daniel, Matthew, Georgianna,
and Joseph (and their dog, Ginger),
Dominic and Julian (and their dog, Hazel),
and Connor and Colin (and their dog, Remy),
with love from Aunt Jen

Title page

Copyright

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Acknowledgments

About the Author

Chapter 1

Saint Jude was the patron saint of impossible causes. My foster brother took his namesake very seriously. In the eleven years since his mother had found me, half-wild and dying in a ravine, I had never once known Jude to throw in the towel when the odds were stacked against him. Jude Bennett had never met a lost cause he did not immediately embrace with the whole of his overly optimistic soul.

I was a testament to that sometimes endearing, sometimes frustrating aspect of Jude’s personality—and so was the fact that he was currently standing in the middle of a party at Hangman’s Ridge, holding an old-school boom box over his head, and blasting eighties music in the direction of a girl who literally did not know his name. As in, I had literally heard her call him Kyle.

Twice.

“Boy still insisting that Kyle is a nickname for Jude?” Free came to stand beside me, leaning back against the truck. She shook her long blond hair back over her shoulder and crossed one ankle over the other as she hooked her thumbs through the belt loops on her faded jeans.

“He’s moved on from nickname to term of endearment,” I said, watching as Jude punched a fist into the sky. “Remind me to limit his consumption of eighties movies going forward.”

“Won’t help,” Free opined, reaching up to swat at a mosquito on her arm. “Cady say anything to you about whether or not she’s going to let the military have Pad?”

Free didn’t believe in segues between one subject and the next.

“Not a word,” I said, taking my eyes off Jude long enough to get a better look at Free. “Why? Did she say something to you?”