But the first time I brought Greer here, I danced only with her. I could see only Greer, in her long yellow dress, a flower in her hair. The night she died, I closed my eyes and thought about her under the twinkle lights that I had hung on the dance floor at the Summer Splash. That’s how I wanted to remember her: free and alive.

My stomach rolled as I thought about the possibility of dancing with Amelia tomorrow night. Right then, I realized something: there was room for two great loves in my life. I could remember Greer. But I could also love Amelia. In a way, I always had.

“That’s all, boys,” Mrs. Stack called. “Thanks for your time.”

She winked at me as I climbed down the ladder and said, “Save me a dance, Parker.”

Twenty years ago, that would have given me bragging rights for months.

“You fishing with your dad tomorrow?” Watson asked, coming up beside me.

“Yeah. You?”

He nodded.

“And Amelia’s new paramour,” Mason said, walking up. I had to control my eye roll. “But not for long,” he added.

“What does that mean?” I asked, my heart racing. Had he heard something? Did she feel the same way about me as I did about her?

“Oh, I saw the way she was looking at me last time she was home. I think I’ve got a shot.”

“Yeah,” I said under my breath. “She’s just dying to get back with you after how well you treated her last time.” It was unfair, but the thought of Mason going after Amelia had me rattled, especially after my new realization.

He got up in my face. “What did you say to me?”

“Hey, man, chill out,” Spence said, running up behind us now.

“I said you don’t have a shot with Amelia,” I said, getting closer to him now. “What are you going to do about it? Are you going to tackle me in the town square? Make Mrs. Stack call Mom? We’re in our thirties, man. Grow up.”

The flash in his eye told me that Mason was furious, but, much to my surprise, he didn’t tackle me in the town square. But could he seriously want Amelia back? She’d never get back with Mason, right? The thought of my brother with the only woman that made me feel like I could move on made me sick.

“I hate to break your heart, man,” Spence interjected as we all started walking in the direction of home again, “but I’m pretty sure you’re not the Thaysden brother that has a chance with Amelia.”

Mason looked at me like I was dog shit and said, “Ass face couldn’t convert the point if his life depended on it.” But then he slung his arm around my shoulder in a brotherly way, so I assumed we were fine. He was quick to anger, but he was also quick to forgive, thank God. Otherwise there was no way we’d all be standing here together right now. “I’m just giving you a hard time, little bro. You got this.”