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Chapters (58)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. CHAPTER ONE
  4. CHAPTER TWO
  5. CHAPTER THREE
  6. CHAPTER FOUR
  7. CHAPTER FIVE
  8. CHAPTER SIX
  9. CHAPTER SEVEN
  10. CHAPTER EIGHT
  11. CHAPTER NINE
  12. CHAPTER TEN
  13. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  14. CHAPTER TWELVE
  15. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  16. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  17. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  18. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  19. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  20. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  21. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  22. CHAPTER TWENTY
  23. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  32. CHAPTER THIRTY
  33. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  42. CHAPTER FORTY
  43. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  44. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  52. CHAPTER FIFTY
  53. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  54. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
  55. RESOURCES
  56. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  57. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  58. What’s next onyour reading list?

“No!” he says, his eyes huge. “I heard you calling her, and she ran by. I didn’t want her to get away, so I tried to grab her, but, you know.”

“Wait here,” I say, walking back toward the deck. I deposit Miss Harry Potter inside the house, tossing her a handful of treats before walking back to the railing. Ridley has followed me, at least as far as the foot of the steps, his face illuminated by the motion-detecting light over the door. So much for following directions. I pull my hoodie tighter. “Why’d you come here tonight?”

“I missed you, and I couldn’t take it anymore,” he says.

I blink at his honesty, my breath escaping in a little huff.

He crosses his arms and then uncrosses them, opening and closing his mouth like he doesn’t know what to say. “Peak,” he says finally. “I majorly messed up; I know I did. But if you don’t completely hate me yet, can we please talk? If you don’t want to, I get it, and I’ll go, but if you do—”

“How did you get my address?”

He looks down. “It was in the file my dad gave me about Vera.”

“Right, of course. Every spy has a portfolio.” I cross my arms. He’s got a small plastic bag around his wrist; I didn’t see it before in the chaos with HP. “What’s in that? Are you here to bug my house? Maybe set up some spy cams?”

“Oh.” He looks down like he forgot he even had it. “No—peanut butter cups. And Sprite. They’re for you.”

“Why?”

“You always pick the peanut butter cups out of the candy jar at the store, and Vera gets you Sprite from the Chinese food place, so I thought maybe they were your favorites.” He drags a hand through his hair and then drops his head back. I almost don’t hear his whispered F-bomb.

He’s absolutely right—those are two of my favorite things in the whole world, and when you combine them, it’s next level. I can’t believe he noticed, but it’s really the F-bomb that seals the deal, or rather the little anguished exhale that follows it. It feels sincere in a way words never could, and I melt a little. Or maybe I’m just looking for a reason to forgive him. Probably a little of both.