“Okay?” I said.

“Okay,” she repeated. I imagined her rolling her shoulders back, trying to calm herself down. “I need to wire some money to you. It might take a few days—”

“No,” we both cut in.

Then Chloe spoke over me. “We don’t need the money. I have enough.”

“That’s rubbish.” Mom’s words were final. “I’m sitting on piles of it, and I have no use for it. I live in a guesthouse, for Christ’s sake. Blake, are you there? Blake!”

“Yeah, Ma, I’m here.”

“I’ll transfer you some money. Don’t let Chloe pay for everything. Be a gentleman, for God’s sake—” She paused, the kind of pause I knew meant she wasn’t done speaking. Her voice lowered when she asked, “Is she still driving that . . . antique convertible?”

I couldn’t control my guffaw. “Yes.”

“Right,” Mom said. You could hear her frantically typing away. “You’d better buy a new car.”

“No!” Chloe yelled. “You can’t—”

“Chloe,” Mom said. “If your car breaks down and you guys get stuck in the middle of nowhere and get attacked by serial-killer joggers”—I laughed—“I’ll always blame myself. Make an old lady happy.”

“You can’t buy a car,” Chloe whined.

“Why not? Consider it a graduation present for Blake.” More typing of keys from her end. “Where are you?”

“Myrtle Beach,” I answered.

“Great. I’ll call with details soon.” She paused again. “Blake?”

“Yeah?”

Her tone turned serious. “I’m proud of you for following your heart, doing something that makes you happy. You deserve it.”

Chloe turned to face me, a perfect pout on her perfect face. She kissed my nose—the freckles, I guess.

“And you take care of Chloe,” Mom said. “She deserves that, too.”

“I will,” I answered. “She’s my red-letter day.”

“She’s your unexpectedly phenomenal?” Mom giggled. “Holy shit. I need to put that in my next book.” Frantic typing. “Okay, kids. Keep in touch. Love you both.” Then she hung up.

“What the hell just happened?” Chloe laughed.

I shook my head. “I have no idea.”

She picked up her coffee and handed me mine, but before I could take a sip, my phone chimed.

Myrtle Beach Chrysler-Jeep dealership. Grand Cherokee. Chloe gets to pick the color. Happy Graduation. I love you. Mom.

Mom wasn’t the only one who called. Dad did, too, over twenty times. We stopped by a store and picked up a new SIM card for my phone. I texted Josh and Mom my new number. I also told Mom to give Josh my old car; his was unreliable at best.

Chloe found a homeless shelter nearby and gave them her car.

Mom had handled all the financing by phone, so by the time we got to the dealership, all I had to do was sign for ownership, and Chloe had to pick a color.

She chose red.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Chloe

I woke the next morning to an empty bed. When I sat up to look around the room, all his stuff was still there. Relief washed through me. Then I saw it. Red ink on torn white paper, sitting on his pillow.

Back soon. Gone for a run.

P.S. You’re beautiful when you’re sleeping. Just thought you should know that—in case nobody else ever gets a chance to tell you.

I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and read the note over and over. In case nobody else ever gets a chance to tell you. I wondered for a moment what he meant—but it was only a moment before reality kicked in. The best kind of reality. Blake was there—with me. And we had until August 19 to make it count.

I got up, used the bathroom, and brushed my teeth, then climbed back into bed and waited for him to return. I had to wait only a few minutes before I heard him walk over to the side of the bed and stand over me.

“Like the dead,” he whispered and laughed to himself.

I shot up and wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him down with me.

“Jesus Christ, Chloe, you scared the shit—”

I pressed my lips to his. Rushed and frantic at first, but then the kiss slowed enough so that he could position himself on top of me and between my legs. He tasted salty from the sheen of sweat that covered his face and his entire body. He was shirtless again. And the picture of him in my mind made my hips jerk up and into him.

He moaned but pulled back quickly. “Shit,” he spat out, letting his head fall onto my shoulder. “I need to shower.” He kissed me once. “A cold one.”

And then he was gone. I waited for him to get in the bathroom before kicking my legs wildly, like a teenager who had just made out with a boy she’d been crushing on forever. Because that was what I was. A teenager, crushing on a boy for the very first time in her life.

I got out of bed, made us coffee, and waited out on the balcony for him. When he came out, he just stood in front of me. “You’re in my seat,” he said. My eyebrows bunched, but I got up anyway. He sat down, but before I could move to another seat, his arm curled around me and brought me down onto his lap. “I think every room we get should have a balcony.”

“Okay.” I picked up my coffee and used it to hide my smile.

He kissed my neck a few times, and his lips remained there when he spoke. “Chloe?”