Hazel was perched at the edge of her bed, her knees bouncing up and down. After dinner—Emmett’s crab cakes and a summer salad, eaten on the patio—Hazel had rushed back to the guesthouse and flung open the closet door. Jaime had disappeared before dessert, and Hazel was relieved. She had no idea w...
wasn’t going to be much of a challenge. Every time she so much as caught a glimpse of him at school, through the window of the language lab door, or doing tricks on his skateboard in the courtyard at lunch, her stomach twisted into a giant pretzel. Determined to orchestrate at least one accidenta...