Book 3 The Summer I Turned Pretty Access

Her heart slammed against her ribs. “What does that mean?”

Jeremiah was on the other side of the fire, his arm slung around a girl from Lacrosse camp. He was telling a story—something about a capsized sailboat—and every few seconds he’d glance over at Belly. Not long glances. Quick ones. Checking. book 3 the summer i turned pretty

She stepped up to the railing, leaving a foot of space between them. The salt wind lifted her hair. She’d stopped straightening it this summer. She’d stopped a lot of things. Her heart slammed against her ribs

Conrad wasn’t at the fire at all. He was up at the house, standing on the back deck, one hand wrapped around a glass of lemonade he hadn’t touched. She could see his silhouette from here. Tall. Still. The kind of still that meant he was thinking too hard. Not long glances