The-Lucky-List-Rachael-Lippincott

12
I’m barely through the front door aer dropping o the apples at Nina’s when my phone buzzes noisily.
Kiera. For the first time since she left, I totally forgot it was Sunday.
I quickly swipe right to answer, and wow.
“is quality!” I say, seeing the freckle over Kiera’s le eyebrow, her long, dark eyelashes. is is a
first in Misty Oasis call history.
“Todd has a hotspot!” Kiera exclaims, excited. “So we’ll never have to worry about a dropped call
again.”
“What an actual miracle,” I say, relieved that things aren’t weird aer how we le them last week.
“How’s… camp?”
I wile my eyebrows to let her know I’m referring to Todd and not an update on that kid who
took a poison ivy plant to the eyeball. If she’s calling, though, and from his hotspot, it means the news
is definitely going to be good.
She glances behind her, checking to make sure the coast is clear.
“It’s going great. Like, I think we’re gonna make this a year-round thing great?”
“Oh my gosh! That’s awesome.”
is is huge. Kiera’s never dated anyone before. I feel a small stab in my chest, jealousy that I’m not
right by her side at Misty Oasis for it. Her first boyfriend.
“I know! I almost don’t want to come back,” she says, while I nod, pretending that doesn’t cause
another small stab, straight through my mental countdown calendar.
“I saw Matt today,” I oer as I plop down on my couch, and Kiera leans forward in interest. “We
didn’t talk for long, but he gave me this… this look. I don’t know. I just felt like it was a sign.”
“Was he alone? Or was the group with him?”
I let out a long sigh. “ey were with him. ings were super awkward, though. ank God Blake
was there to distract them.”
Kiera nods. “Oh, cool. You two been hanging out a lot?”
“Yeah, actually,” I say, smiling as I think of our Friday adventure at the bookstore, unpacking at her
house aerward, sweat still lining my brow from our getaway this aernoon. “She can speak French!
And her house is super cool. Honestly, she’s really cool. I thought with you away all summer, I’d pretty