CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
“Sounds like she’s trying to tell you something,” I said, my voice soft. “Maybe you should listen.” He looked at me, his eyes deep and searching, like he was trying to see through me. “Maybe I am,” he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. “Do you ever feel like you know someone, even when you don’t?” “All the time,” I said, my throat tight. I set my cup down, my hand shaking, and before I could think, I reached for his. His fingers closed around mine, warm and steady, and for a second, we just sat there, the sea crashing below, the world holding its breath. Then he grinned, breaking the spell. “Come on,” he said, tugging me up. “Let’s do something stupid.” “Worse than a scooter ride with you?” I teased, but I let him pull me toward the cove’s edge. A narrow path zigzagged down to the
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