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Cassie slid the creeper from under Bri’s truck and stood up, stretching to get rid of the kinks in her neck. She wiped her hands on a towel she kept handy for that purpose and reached for her phone. She’d heard the text come in about an hour ago and assumed it was from Kevin. They had plans for a run later on, and he was probably just nailing down the details.
Since her revelation at the high school about her true feelings for Kevin, it had become harder to act footloose and carefree—but she was managing. Spending time with him was still so much better than not spending time with him.
She stared at the words on her phone in disbelief. Teenage Titanic? Talk ASAP? Sorry?
Travis had done the same thing. She remembered every letter of his breakup text. Not hard, when there were so few o
