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Chapters (50)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. COPYRIGHT PAGE
  3. DEDICATION
  4. CONTENTS
  5. CHAPTER ONE PALMER
  6. CHAPTER TWO PALMER
  7. CHAPTER THREE COLE
  8. CHAPTER FOUR PALMER
  9. CHAPTER FIVE PALMER
  10. CHAPTER SIX PALMER
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN COLE
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT PALMER
  13. CHAPTER NINE PALMER
  14. CHAPTER TEN PALMER
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN COLE
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE PALMER
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN PALMER
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN COLE
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN COLE
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN PALMER
  21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN COLE
  22. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN PALMER
  23. CHAPTER NINETEEN PALMER
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY COLE
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE PALMER
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO PALMER
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE PALMER
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR COLE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE PALMER
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX COLE
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN PALMER
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT PALMER
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE COLE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY PALMER
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE PALMER
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO COLE
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE PALMER
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR COLE
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE PALMER
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX COLE
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN PALMER
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT COLE
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE PALMER
  44. CHAPTER FORTY COLE
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE PALMER
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO COLE
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE PALMER
  48. EPILOGUE PALMER
  49. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  50. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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

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?”

Yes. “Well . . .” I bend my hand over my forehead to block the sun. “I’m not sure what moms are supposed to do. I figured it was best to stay out of the way. You know how I like to yell helpful advice to you that’s not actually helpful.” Please accept this and carry on.

He grins. “You do that.”

“I know.”

“But I see other moms. See on the bleachers? And there are a couple by the fence, I think. And at the last practice, there was a mom in the dugout trying to keep the kids organized. She said she was never coming back.”

I laugh. “I’m smarter than that. I already know how messy one twelve-year-old can be. I want no part of . . . how many of you are there? Fifteen? Sixteen?”

I shudder, making him laugh.

“Still. You should get out and get some fresh air.” He nibbles his bottom lip. “Weren’t you the one telling me how fresh air is good for you?”

My response is on the tip of my tongue—I got fresh air at work today. But as my mouth opens to release my excuse into the air, a flash of the truth bolts across his eyes.

He wants his parent there too. And I’m it.