He’s glorious.

“That’s a good shot, huh?” Val says.

“Yeah. I wonder who took it?”

She looks at me out of the corner of her eye. “I don’t know. A friend, probably.”

“Yeah.” My throat goes dry, and I fight an odd sense of jealousy trying to erupt inside me. “Let’s keep going.”

I point at the screen at the exact moment that Val moves the phone closer to her. The simultaneous movement causes my finger to hit the little heart sign.

“No!” I hit it again, removing the red from the shape. “That won’t register anywhere, will it?”

Val laughs. “Yup. Sure will.”

I fall back to the pillows. “No. Tell me it won’t. I unliked it so fast. Maybe it’ll never show.” I look at her with fear. “Tell me it’ll never show. Lie to me, Val.”

“You can’t erase the notification on his end.”

I grab a pillow and cover my face. I feel heat pooling in my cheeks as I try to figure out how to make this all go away.

Val laughs louder. “And that picture was from three years ago!”

This time, my whine is real.

“He’s going to know you were trolling deep, Palm.”

“I’m blaming it on you,” I say, my voice muffled in the pillow.

“You’re like the Adele song, but ‘trolling’ instead of ‘rolling.’” She laughs. “That was funny. Come on.”

Val tugs on the corner until I finally give in. She takes in my flushed face and laughs a third time.

“You are a terrible best friend,” I say. Then I get up from the sofa and head to the stairs.

“Where are you going?”

“To bed.”

“But I’m still here.”

I stop at the top of the staircase. “You let yourself in. Let yourself out.”

“What about your phone?” She grins and dangles it in the air. It looks like a bomb about ready to explode. That’s what it feels like, at least.

I turn away from her and walk away. “Keep it. It’s your problem now.”

A knot forms in the pit of my stomach as I walk down the hallway. That might cause even more problems. Val, with my phone, and my log-in, and Cole’s photos.

Shit.

But the bigger problem? If only I believed, even for a second, that Cole won’t call me out on “hearting” his photo.

From. Three. Years. Ago.

Do I have a hat that can completely hide my face for practice tomorrow?

I sigh and climb into bed.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

PALMER

Have fun—”

My words are cut short by the door slamming shut. Ethan starts to jog across the outfield, where I parked behind the fence to put some distance between myself and the coach, but then he stops. He turns around in a wide circle and races back to the car.

I roll down my window and squint into the evening sun. “Did you forget something?”

His little eyebrows pull together. “You’re not gonna sit in the car the whole time, are you?”