I’d just tossed the last empty water bottle into my bag after soaking my bandana and tying it around my head, and I knew that if I turned around, she’d be there. Don’t ask me how. It’s not like I’m psychic or anything. I just knew. So I blew out a hot breath and turned around. And there she was. Her long hair was loose, kind of wild- looking, as if she hadn’t brushed it. She wore cut- off jean shorts and a white Foo Fighters T- shirt that fit her like a T- shirt should fit a girl— tight in all the right spots. I had to give it to Monroe, the girl had good taste when it came to music. She tucked one long curl behind her ear and glanced behind me at the iron fence. “You’re done,” she said. I nodded. “Yeah. I started early. Figured it was a good idea ’cuz it’s gonna be a hot one.” She cleared her throat and held out her hand. “Gram BoysLikeYou.indd 95 11/19/13 10:02 AM Juliana Ston e thought you might want this. The lemonade is fresh. I squeezed it myself.”
