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I have to fix this.
Iwillfix this.
His mom squeezes my shoulder again. “And we want to hear abouteverything.”
My stomach plummets for one ridiculous second because I imagine she’s talking about the kiss.
“Sunny—” Mr. Rousseau’s tone carries a gentle warning. “They may notwantto talk abouteverything.”
And it hits me that they mean Josh. His disappearing act. His treachery.
I’m stunned.
Not because that’s what they’re talking about.
But because, seriously, right now, it’s the furthest thing from my mind.
It feels like ancient history.
And when did that happen?
Andhowcould that happen?
When what Zach and I are building still feels fragile and new?
I jerk my thoughts by the collar because, of course, when I saywhat Zach and I are building,I’m referring to the partnership.
The Camp Bliss partnership.
And maybe our friendship.
But that is it.
That’s all.
Nothing more.
Mrs. Rousseau releases both of us to pivot to her husband. “I know that, Marco, Give me a little credit.” She takes her seat with a little huff of indignation before looking back at us. “Just humor me, please. Pour yourselves some cocktails, pull up some chairs out here with us, and tell us anything and everything you want to share.”
As sweet as she is and as loving as she is, there’s no mistaking it. This is an order.
And Zach and I are expected to obey it.
ChapterSeventeen
ZACH
What a disaster.
I love my parents. I really do. But they have the worst timing ever.
Greta and I need to talk. And, if necessary, I need to apologize.
For everything.
For turning her hug into something it never should have been.
For letting my emotions overwhelm me in the clearing.
