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Author: Hailey Abbott
wait until we actually start riding,” Cassie tossed back at him, trying not to giggle outright.
“I want you to know that if we get lost in the interior, I’m cool with that,” he said, his grin deepening. “I’m TJ, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, TJ,” Cassie replied. When his parents and two sisters came outside, TJ turned away, and Cassie whipped out her phone to snap a picture.
TJ, FLIRTY FIRST CLIENT , she typed quickly. FROM BOSTON. MAY HAVE SEVERAL GFS NAMED THINGS LIKE ELEANOR OR ASHLEY, BUT TOTALLY KISSABLE !
KISS HIM FOR ME ! Greta wrote back at the speed of light. WHO CARES ABOUT GWYNETH OR AYNSLEY ?
“Okay,” Cassie said, stowing her phone and smiling at Summer Guy Number One, though he didn’t know it yet. “Are we ready to get started?”
When Cassie caught the ferry back toward Long Beach that evening, she was tired in that delicious outdoorsy way. She spent the hour-long ride catching up on the day’s e-mails. She scrolled through her messages with her feet up on the hard plastic bench, her head cushioned against the side of the boat by her backpack.
Greta claimed that she had staked out Jann by walking past Toast a few times, pretending to be God onlyknew what, while taking pictures of Jann and his plastic girlfriend as they sat out at one of the sidewalk tables.
SHE MUST BE CASTING DIRECTOR , Greta texted at one point. ONLY EXPLANATION .
Keagan, meanwhile, had flirted up a storm with Freddy from Ohio, only to be heartbroken when he left without leaving his number—or a decent tip.
I BET HE LEFT A SWEET GIRL BACK HOME , she wrote sadly. SHE THINKS HE’S ON A SAFE FAMILY TRIP TO YOSEMITE OR SOMETHING. I FEEL SORRY FOR ME, BUT I REALLY FEEL SORRY FOR OHIOGIRL .
Cassie giggled like a fool as she read, but she didn’t care if everyone on the Catalina Express stared at her. She pulled her hoodie back on and snuggled into it. Even though the sun was still out, the ferry kicked up a strong breeze as it crossed the channel.
Greta and Keagan were as delightfully silly as she remembered. She loved that they had all jumped into their ten-boy mission with both feet. Even if TJ from Boston had remained, sadly, unkissed at the end of his bike tour, Cassie felt good about giving him a few of her best smiles ever.
It occurred to her that she’d spent the entire day having fun—and not once thinking about Daniel Fletcher or his need for space. She actually laughed out loud when she realized it. There had been no wondering which of the seventeen single girls he was snuggling up to in Paris,or Munich, or Prague. In fact, this was the first time she’d even thought of his name.
Cassie sat up straight, suddenly energized, and hit “reply all.”
TJ FROM BOSTON GONE—THOUGH WILL LOVE ME FOREVER , she texted. NO KISSING. BUT BIKE TOURS = HOT GUYS, APPARENTLY. WHO KNEW ?
ASSUME THAT’S WHY YOU TOOK THE JOB ! Greta texted back.
Amen, Cassie thought.
Daniel Fletcher could have space. He could have the entire continent of North America and the Atlantic Ocean that separated them. Cassie had everything she needed right here.
Chapter Three
A week later, Cassie managed to snag a gift from the parking gods—a fantastic spot only steps from Melrose. She mouthed a quick thank-you as she locked the car and then ran around the corner and halfway down the block.
It was almost eight o’clock on the Friday before the long Fourth of July weekend, and the sun was just getting to the intensely orange part of its slide toward the ocean. Long shadows stretched across the sidewalks as dusk began to settle in. Cassie averted her gaze from one truly scary looking guy with a dark black tattoo sprawled across his forehead and a chain attached to several large piercings along his jaw. Better safe than sorry.
She pushed through the doors of her favorite coffeehouse, letting the blast of air-conditioning soothe her with the contrast from the street. The rich smell of coffee beans and warm milk enveloped her
“I want you to know that if we get lost in the interior, I’m cool with that,” he said, his grin deepening. “I’m TJ, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, TJ,” Cassie replied. When his parents and two sisters came outside, TJ turned away, and Cassie whipped out her phone to snap a picture.
TJ, FLIRTY FIRST CLIENT , she typed quickly. FROM BOSTON. MAY HAVE SEVERAL GFS NAMED THINGS LIKE ELEANOR OR ASHLEY, BUT TOTALLY KISSABLE !
KISS HIM FOR ME ! Greta wrote back at the speed of light. WHO CARES ABOUT GWYNETH OR AYNSLEY ?
“Okay,” Cassie said, stowing her phone and smiling at Summer Guy Number One, though he didn’t know it yet. “Are we ready to get started?”
When Cassie caught the ferry back toward Long Beach that evening, she was tired in that delicious outdoorsy way. She spent the hour-long ride catching up on the day’s e-mails. She scrolled through her messages with her feet up on the hard plastic bench, her head cushioned against the side of the boat by her backpack.
Greta claimed that she had staked out Jann by walking past Toast a few times, pretending to be God onlyknew what, while taking pictures of Jann and his plastic girlfriend as they sat out at one of the sidewalk tables.
SHE MUST BE CASTING DIRECTOR , Greta texted at one point. ONLY EXPLANATION .
Keagan, meanwhile, had flirted up a storm with Freddy from Ohio, only to be heartbroken when he left without leaving his number—or a decent tip.
I BET HE LEFT A SWEET GIRL BACK HOME , she wrote sadly. SHE THINKS HE’S ON A SAFE FAMILY TRIP TO YOSEMITE OR SOMETHING. I FEEL SORRY FOR ME, BUT I REALLY FEEL SORRY FOR OHIOGIRL .
Cassie giggled like a fool as she read, but she didn’t care if everyone on the Catalina Express stared at her. She pulled her hoodie back on and snuggled into it. Even though the sun was still out, the ferry kicked up a strong breeze as it crossed the channel.
Greta and Keagan were as delightfully silly as she remembered. She loved that they had all jumped into their ten-boy mission with both feet. Even if TJ from Boston had remained, sadly, unkissed at the end of his bike tour, Cassie felt good about giving him a few of her best smiles ever.
It occurred to her that she’d spent the entire day having fun—and not once thinking about Daniel Fletcher or his need for space. She actually laughed out loud when she realized it. There had been no wondering which of the seventeen single girls he was snuggling up to in Paris,or Munich, or Prague. In fact, this was the first time she’d even thought of his name.
Cassie sat up straight, suddenly energized, and hit “reply all.”
TJ FROM BOSTON GONE—THOUGH WILL LOVE ME FOREVER , she texted. NO KISSING. BUT BIKE TOURS = HOT GUYS, APPARENTLY. WHO KNEW ?
ASSUME THAT’S WHY YOU TOOK THE JOB ! Greta texted back.
Amen, Cassie thought.
Daniel Fletcher could have space. He could have the entire continent of North America and the Atlantic Ocean that separated them. Cassie had everything she needed right here.
Chapter Three
A week later, Cassie managed to snag a gift from the parking gods—a fantastic spot only steps from Melrose. She mouthed a quick thank-you as she locked the car and then ran around the corner and halfway down the block.
It was almost eight o’clock on the Friday before the long Fourth of July weekend, and the sun was just getting to the intensely orange part of its slide toward the ocean. Long shadows stretched across the sidewalks as dusk began to settle in. Cassie averted her gaze from one truly scary looking guy with a dark black tattoo sprawled across his forehead and a chain attached to several large piercings along his jaw. Better safe than sorry.
She pushed through the doors of her favorite coffeehouse, letting the blast of air-conditioning soothe her with the contrast from the street. The rich smell of coffee beans and warm milk enveloped her
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