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Chapter One

Oh, to be a fly on the wall

Not so Avery could listen or anything, but more so she’d be able to fly away and not have to hear Myla’s latest diatribe

It was usually is, but this particular soliloquy was one she’d been audience to nearly a million times already Myla had droned on and on before junior proraduation, before they’d o forever—but the speech was always the same, and she consistently ended it with the same question:

“So, what exactly is going on with you and Holden?” Myla tried to look nonchalant, tossing sorocery cart, but a telltale worry line wrinkled her forehead, and her lashes flicked the way they always did when she atching someone from the corner of her eye

Avery sighed and ripped the box ofa couple of pills in hertrip nagging her, anti-nausea meds were probably just the ticket Either that, or it was time to employ the fine art of distraction

“How rabbed for the industrial-sized box of condoms and then hoisted a second box into her cart

“We wouldn’t be having this discussion if you weren’t buying enough condoms to make an entire circus of balloon animals” Myla surveyed the box warily

“Well, Holden will be here for a whole week You know sailors Any port in a storm”

“And yet, ically, your port is always the one he sees the question, why?”

That was the thing about Myla She acted like every friggin’ relationship would end in so affair with booht she had a fairy-tale roht for everyone

So with that?

Besides, even that initial Cinderella/Prince Charame, and it was only out of love for her best friend that she didn’t remind her of that fact It had been that way for Avery’s parents And it would be that way for Myla, too

Shaking off the sadness that always filled her whenever she considered the inevitable, Avery focused on the one thing that kept her spirits buoyant—Holden No limits and no expectations Holden