I sank to a crouch, pillow over my entire head. “Please. Tell them no. Tell them all no. Tell them I tripped on the trail, fell into a river, and hit my head so hard I forgot what kissing is.”
Grace considered this. “So youdidkiss.”
“NO!”
She raised an eyebrow.
“…yes,” I whispered.
She beamed. “I knew it. Millie owes me five dollars.”
“I’m leaving town,” I muttered. “Immediately.”
“Oh, no, you’re not.”
I looked up. “Why not?”
She tapped the pillow in my hands. “Because you are finally nesting.”
“I am not nesting.”
“You are decorating a temporary cottage.”
“That is not nesting.”
“It is very nesting.”
“I hate this town.”
“You love this town.”
“I do,” I admitted.
“And you like that boy.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “I do not.”
“Sienna Harper,” she said in a tone that suggested she knew more than I did, “you like him.”
I hugged the pillow tighter. “Fine. Maybe. A little.”
She grinned triumphantly. “I’ll inform the club.”
“No! Don’t inform the club! Didn’t we learn anything from what happened to you?”
“Yes, we did, and that was that the Sunshine Breakfast Club knows good books and even better potential husbands.”
I stared at her, horrified.
She waved a dismissive hand. “Well, they’re curious. They care about you. That’s all.”
“Then they need to careprivately.”
“Impossible.”
I groaned. “I’m leaving.”
“Take the pillow,” she called after me.
