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  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
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  97. Acknowledgments
  98. About the Author
  99. Also by Meg Mitchell Moore
  100. About the Publisher

She glanced at him as he drove, looking at his strong profile, the small dent underneath his cheekbone. Alexa was experiencing an unfamiliar feeling. If she had to put a name to it she might call it . . . yearning. She wanted to kiss that stupid dent. Alexa Thornhill was not accustomed to being the yearner; she was always, always the yearned for.

These fickle fuddled words confuse me, Cam, she thought.

When he pulled up in front of her house she said, “Thanks. That was fun.” She waited a half second before opening the car door.

Cam said, “No problem. See you around.” He didn’t look directly at her.

She slammed her door extra, extra hard. How dare he make her feel this way. He was the one who invited her to the concert. All she did was make one comment, under her breath, even, and he gave up on her.

Bernice was sleeping in her dog bed; she woke up long enough to thump her tail twice and then she went back to sleep. For a few minutes Alexa stroked Bernice’s ear, which was as soft as a silk blanket.

She sat with Bernice for a long time, watching the rise and fall of her ribs, what looked like a smile on her giant black lips. Bernice was the least judgmental creature in Alexa’s world.

Alexa Thornhill, how would you rate your evening at the Hampton Beach Casino, with one being not very irritating and ten being very, very irritating?

Eleven, she thought. No, twelve. Definitely twelve. And a half.

July

28.

The Squad

Text from Rebecca to Mom Squad Group Chat, July 2nd, 3:06 p.m.: I invited Sherri to come along on Gina and Steve’s pontoon ride on 4th, Hope ok?? 😊

Text from Gina to Mom Squad Group Chat, July 2nd, 3:07 p.m.: Maybe ask privately before you invite someone else? 😠

Text from Dawn to Gina, July 2nd, 3:08 p.m.: Hey you know you sent that to the whole group chat? 😦

Text from Gina to Dawn, July 2nd, 3:08 p.m.: Nooooooooo!! Crap. What do I do?

Text from Dawn to Gina, July 2nd, 3:09 p.m.: Play it off? 😖

Text from Gina to Mom Squad Group Chat, July 2nd, 3:12 p.m.: Of course! The more the merrier! 😘

Gina had sent Rebecca, like, five texts about the Holiday House Tour, and whether she was going to reclaim her spot on the committee. The first meeting was in August, so it was natural that Gina wanted to know. It was fine if Rebecca wanted the spot back; Gina just needed to plan her fall.

Rebecca left those texts unread. But she had time to text about Sherri coming on the boat. So we’ll let you decide where her priorities were.

And obviously nobody minded having an extra person on the pontoon. We were going to have to squeeze, but that wasn’t a big deal. The more the merrier is definitely a phrase we live by.