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Probably not.

Would I spend way too much time thinking about, looking forward to, and longing for lesson two?

One hundred percent yes.

CHAPTER 12

Tea was one of my favorite things.

I enjoyed it both in liquid form and as a release.

I was reminded of this indisputable fact yet again as I listened to my girls vent about their relationship woes. Withmy cousin, Freya, it always seemed to be about food.

"I think I need to break up with Wayne," she said.

"Why?" Charlotte asked.

"Because of the cookies."

There was a moment of silence, then I said, "I think we're going need more context."

"I told Wayne he couldn't have one of my Oreos, that they're how I reward myself after a workout. And what does he do?"Freyasaid with an arched brow. "He gets all mad and calls mea selfish cow for not sharing."

"I'll grab some cookies for you from the sweets table if you want," I offered.

"Thanks, Scarlett," she said, "but that's not the point."

Raising her hand like we were in school instead of the live musical entertainment at a birthday party, my other cousin, Aurora, asked, "What is the point exactly?"

I nearly laughed, both at how she said it—there was no sarcasm whatsoever, just honest curiosity. Aurora was one of the sweetest, shyest, most kind-hearted people I knew. Honestly, I worried about her sometimes. But we Kent cousins stuck together. There were five of us total, along with my big sister, Charlotte, and me. Needless to say, if anyone ever messed with Aurora, they'd have four pissed, vengeful, and very motivated girls on their hands.

The other thing that made me want to laugh?

Freya's face.

She sighed at Aurora's question then said, "My boyfriend's a jerk. I think that's the point."

"At least you have a boyfriend," Aurora put in. "Guys don't even notice me."

"That's because most of them are idiots," I said.

"Oh, I'm not complaining. Guys scare me—especially the hot ones."

Freya sighed again. "Unfortunately, Wayne isn't hot. He's just…Wayne."

I did laugh at that.

"I don't get it. Why couldn't he just get his own cookies?" Charlotte asked.

"Exactly!"

I shrugged then said, "I think food is better when it's shared."

My sister lifted a brow. "You mean stolen while the other person's not looking?"

"Same thing."

"It's really not, Scar, but okay."

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