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AND I are just standing here, hands clasped together, smiling at each other like idiots. The second my hand slipped into his, all my nervousness fell away. And now all I can think about is the fact that he’s touching me, and that makes me remember the way he touched me two nights ago, which makes me want him to touch me again. Everywhere. It’s not until Gabby coughs that my eyes even lift to his, and I can feel my cheeks flush. I had completely forgotten that there are other people standing here with us.
    And then I see Nate’s mother, who is smiling too, and I remember that it’s her son that I’m standing here lusting after, and my cheeks feel hotter. Nate grins at me like he knows what I’m thinking.
    I let go of his hand like it’s on fire. But it’s too late, because Gabby’s already seen that there’s something between Nate and me, and even though she doesn’t know exactly what that thing is, I can tell that she’s plotting already and I’m going to have to find a way to put a stop to that.
    “You two seem to have hit it off,” Amy says in a singsongy voice with a knowing smile.
    I want the ground to open up and swallow me whole. Immediately, if not sooner.
    Thankfully Gabby recognizes the horrified look on my face and she steps in to steer the conversation away from me.
    “When did you get in?” she asks Nate. “I thought you weren’t coming until tomorrow.”
    Nate looks over at me before he answers. “Dad sent me a text to tell me that he and Ben are camping tonight. I wanted to go, so I took a train from DC.”
    “Is that where you live?” The question comes out before I can stop my stupid mouth from moving.
    Nate grins. “No, I live in Colorado. I just made a detour before I came here. I went to visit a friend.”
    “Where’s Ben?” Gabby asks.
    “He’s fishing with his father, trying to catch something for dinner tonight. We’ll probably wind up having hot dogs,” Amy says, grinning as she makes her way back to the house. She opens the screen door and turns around. “Nate, will you come help me bring the card tables down from the attic?”
    Nate nods, then looks at Gabby. “It’s good to see you,” he says before turning to me. He takes my hand again, and I can’t even think straight, not while he’s touching me. “Callie, it was very nice to meet you.” He winks at me before he turns and walks up the steps, stopping once at the door to smile at me again.
    Gabby looks at me with wide eyes as she grabs my arm and leads me to a bench a few feet away where we can talk without worrying about anyone overhearing us.
    “What. Was. That?” she asks. “I was hoping you two would hit it off, but I never thought…”
    I’m not really sure what to do now. I know I should tell her, because she’s my best friend and I’ve never kept anything from her. I don’t think I could keep this from her, even if I tried. It’s bound to come out at some point, and at least if I let her know now I can be the one who’s in control of it. But once I tell her about my history with Nate, I know she’ll start waxing philosophic about fate or something equally ridiculous. Gabby’s such a hopeless romantic, bless her.
    I might as well get this over with.
    “Nate’s the guy,” I tell her. “The one from the airport.”
    “Are you kidding me?” She’s so excited that I’m a bit worried that she’s going to hyperventilate. “What are the odds of that? Holy shit.”
    “I bet they’re pretty long,” I tell her. Seriously long. “But I know that look on your face, and it’s not-”
    “It’s fate,” she says, clasping my hands in hers. “How can you think it’s anything but fate, Callie?”
    “I can think it’s a coincidence, Gab. Because that’s what it is.” It’s a delightful, scary coincidence.
    “He likes you.” She’s not going to give up very easily.
    “Stop it.”
    “Maybe one day-”
    “No,” I say firmly. I don’t want her getting any more ideas or thinking that