Page 40 of Three Little Wishes

Cami snagged the marker from Riley. “Don’t blame her. It was my idea.”

“Cami, how could you do that to her?”

“It’s okay. I wanted to, Willow. I heard what Megan said to you. When you were talking in Noah’s car.”

Willow frowned. “But you were listening to your audiobook.”

“I’d paused it to listen,” she admitted sheepishly.

Cami laughed. “I knew you were listening.”

“Because I knew you were faking that you were asleep and wanted to find out why.” She shrugged. “Anyway, Cami and I heard how Megan spoke to you, and it wasn’t nice.” She glanced at Cami. “I mean, she was a total bitch.”

Willow blinked at her and then turned on her aunt. “Really? You were looking after her for six hours, and she’s already swearing?”

“Oh, so you’re going to tell us Megan isn’t a b—” Cami began.

“Of course she is, or at least she’s been acting like one for a while now, even if I didn’t always see it. But it doesn’t mean I want you calling her names or defacing her face.”

“So you don’t care that she dropped by the beach house looking for Noah and introducing herself as his real estate agent?” Cami asked.

“She what?”

Cami nodded. “I didn’t think you’d be happy about that. And let me tell you, she was not happy to hear you were staying at the beach house.”

“Sh—crap,” Willow said, looking panicked. “She didn’t recognize you, did she?”

“Why would she? It’s not like she knows me,” Cami said.

Riley caught Willow’s eye and shook her head.

“Okay, good.” Willow leaned over and attempted to rub out the devil horns. When that didn’t work, she snagged the marker from Cami’s hand. “That’s just great. It’s permanent marker.” She glanced around. “We have to get out of here. Come on.”

Cami hung back. “What happened to Surf to Shore? They were right there just the other day,” she said, pointing at the hardware store.

“Uh, they went out of business, I think,” Willow said, and then hustled her aunt and Riley to the station wagon, grabbing her scooter on the way by. “Pop the trunk for me.”

“I think it’s too old to pop,” Riley said as she and Cami gotinto the car. She leaned across Cami to hand the keys out the window to Willow.

After loading her scooter and closing the trunk, Willow opened the driver-side door. “I’ll drive. You get in the back.”

“You’re no fun,” Cami grumbled, but did as Willow said.

“I think you’ve had enough fun for one day,” Willow said, eyeing her aunt in the rearview mirror.

“We were having fun,” Cami muttered, and then leaned forward, resting her arms on the backs of the seats. “Can we get lobster rolls at the food truck? We’re starved.”

“Um, which food truck are you talking about?”

“You know. The one at the turnoff to Grady’s pond.”

Willow made a face at the windshield, and Riley guessed that there was no longer a food truck at the turnoff to the pond.

Riley glanced at Cami, remembering how panicked she’d looked when the store she’d shopped at was no longer there. She felt bad for her and vowed to be more patient when Cami pulled crazy stuff. She was probably just acting out because she was scared. Although she didn’t look scared now. But she was a really good actress so maybe she was faking it.

“Right. I think they’re closed today,” Willow said. “But I was planning on making something special for dinner anyway.”

“Last night you said you couldn’t cook,” Cami reminded Willow.

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