“He’s still out there.” Jeremiah sat down next to me.Grinning, he asked, “Aw, did you do all the work without me?” He was dripping wet. A drop of seawater splashed down on my notepad.
“You wish.” I wiped at the water. “Hey, what do you think about a clambake?”
“I like a good clambake,” he agreed.
“How many kegs do you think we’d need for twenty people?”
“If Peterson and Gomez are coming, that’s two already.”
I pointed my pen at his chest. “We said three brothers and that’s it. Right?”
He nodded, and then he leaned forward and kissed me. His lips tasted salty, and his face was cool against my warm one.
I nuzzled his cheek before I broke away. “If you get Taylor’s binder wet, she’ll kill you,” I warned, putting it behind me.
Jeremiah made a sad face, and then he took my arms and put them around his neck like we were slow dancing. “I can’t wait to marry you,” he murmured into my neck.
I giggled. I was super ticklish on my neck, and he knew it. He knew almost everything about me and he still loved me.
“And what about you?”
“What about me?”
He blew on my neck, and I burst out laughing. I triedto wriggle away from him, but he wouldn’t let me. Still giggling, I said, “Okay, I can’t wait to marry you either.”
Jere left later that afternoon. I walked him out to his car. Conrad’s car wasn’t in the driveway; I didn’t know where he’d gone off to.
“Call me when you get home so I know you got there safe,” I said.
He nodded. He was being quiet, which was unlike him. I guessed he was sad to be leaving so soon. I wished he could stay longer too. I really did.
I got on my tiptoes and gave him a big hug. “See you in five days,” I said.
“See you in five days,” he repeated.
I watched him drive off, my thumbs hooked in the belt loops of my cutoffs. When I couldn’t see his car anymore, I headed back inside the house.
chapterthirty
That first week in Cousins, I steered clear of Conrad. I couldn’t deal with one more person telling me that I was making a mistake, especially judgy Conrad. He didn’t even have to say it with words; he could judge with his eyes. So I got up earlier than him and ate meals before he did. And when he watched TV in the living room, I stayed upstairs in my room addressing invitations and looking at wedding blogs that Taylor had bookmarked for me.
I doubt he even noticed. He was pretty busy too. He surfed, he hung out with friends, he worked on the house. I’d never have known he was handy if I didn’t see it with my own two eyes—Conrad on a ladder checking the air-conditioning vents, Conrad repainting the mailbox. I saw it all from my bedroom window.
I was eating a strawberry Pop-Tart on the deck whenhe came jogging up the steps. He’d been out all morning. His hair was sweaty, and he was wearing an old T-shirt from his high school football days and a pair of navy gym shorts.
“Hey,” I said. “Where are you coming from?”
“The gym,” Conrad said, walking past me. Then he stopped short. “Is that what you’re eating for breakfast?”
I was munching around the edge of the Pop-Tart. “Yeah, but it’s my last one. Sorry.”
He ignored me. “I left cereal out on the counter. There’s fruit in the fruit bowl too.”
I shrugged. “I thought it was yours. I didn’t want to eat your stuff without asking.”
Impatiently, he said, “Then why didn’t you ask?”
I was taken aback. “How could I ask when I’ve barely even seen you?”
