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crowd of all ages. They were all dancing, and having a good time. It was a kind of dancing I’d never seen - almost like everything was choreographed. The men and women moved, quickly, twirling and scooting around the dance floor. The girls were pulled in close and tight for a few beats, and then swirled out and around, once again. If someone messed up, everyone was going to crash into each other. It looked like an amazing time. Maybe I should learn to dance?
    “Get us one of those tables, I’ll get some drinks,” Huck said, nodding toward a row of high-topped tables nestled near one of the walls. Sarah nodded at him, and we made our way over.
    As we settled into the seats, I let myself take in even more of the bar. Couples leaned in close to one another in the booths along the wall to our left, and men talked in small groups at the bar. Everyone had smiles on their face. Fun and laughter hung in the air, and the atmosphere felt like it belonged at a family reunion. Not at a bar on a Friday night.
    All of the pressure and stress I’d felt since Mom had suddenly announced that we were going to be spending the summer in Texas with family began to fade. For the first time since we’d left Newark, I was feeling comfortable. As I took in the laughter all around me, I began to think that I could handle a summer of this. Maybe things weren’t going to be that bad.
    And, that was when someone at the bar caught my attention. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but I leaned over and looked through a small group of people to the far end of the bar.
    A nervous buzzing filled my chest, and I felt the blood drain from my face.
    It was the mysterious tattooed guy from the gas station. He was here. And he was looking right at me.

Chapter 3

    “Maggie?” Sarah said. “Maggie is everything alright?”
    I shook my head, snapping out of a daze. Our eyes connected, and I gave her a serious look. I leaned in close so I wouldn’t have to shout over the music.
    “Remember that guy I was telling you about this morning?” I asked. She nodded. “He’s sitting over there, at the end of the bar.”
    Her head jerked around, a little too quickly for my liking, and I looked at him in alarm. Thankfully, it didn’t look like he noticed us staring at him. He had a bottle in one hand, and he was tilting it into his mouth. Sarah studied him, intently.
    “He’s hot,” she said, when she turned back to me.
    “I think he saw me,” I said.
    Maybe my mind was just playing tricks on me?
    “You should go talk to him,” Sarah said. “Go introduce yourself.”
    I looked at her in horror. “No way,” I said. “I could never do that, I’d be too nervous.”
    She rolled her shoulder and looked back at him.
    “His tattoos are sexy,” she said, a leering smile stretching across her face.
    “What tattoos?” Huck said, appearing out of nowhere. He set a pitcher and three tall glasses on the table, and frowned at Sarah, suspiciously.
    Sarah and I laughed together.
    “Maggie was telling me about a guy who talked to her at the gas station this morning,” Sarah explained. “He’s sitting over at the end of the bar.”
    Huck turned all the way around and searched the bar, making no effort to be subtle.
    Both of us groaned at him at the same time. “Could you be any more obvious?” Sarah said.
    “That guy down there?” Huck said. “He doesn’t look like much.”
    “What do you know?” Sarah said. “He looks… fun.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?” Huck said. Sarah and I looked at each other and laughed, again.
    “It’s nothing,” Sarah said. “You just mind your own business and leave the girl talk to us.”
    He rolled his eyes and poured himself a full glass from the pitcher. He was more than content to sit and drink his beer, though he assured us he would only be having one since he was driving.
    “Want me to get his name?” Sarah asked. I looked at her in alarm.
    “No,” I said. “If he wants to talk to me