“Do you want an apple?” she asked Coco. “I already had a banana after surf camp,” Coco said, spreading her Polly Pocket dolls across the dining table. Giselle closed the fridge again. She hadn’t been able to eat a thing this afternoon, but she knew she needed something in her stomach. Coco had had fun at surf camp—already perfecting her “pop-up” under the proud grin of Rabbit—and Giselle had gotten some good photos. But now her stomach was in knots: She was jittery about seeing Roy again, about facing his family, about Coco’s reaction to going anywhere with a strange man in a strange car. Plus she was flat-out nervous about seeing Fin again. Spending an afternoon with a man who made your heart pound could be thrilling under normal circumstances, but when it was set up as a favor, not an actual date, it seemed like it had disaster written all over it. She already regretted coming up with this cockamamie idea. When the knock finally sounded, she took a deep breath and smoothed her dress.
