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She expected them to follow but Cami couldn’t move. She didn’t only recognize his name, she remembered him. Will was the boy she’d flirted with at the dunes. The boy who… She staggered, clutching her head, moaning as the door to her memories opened.

“I can’t, Will. I have to go home. It’s late.”

“I got us a hotel room, Cami. I’m beat. We’ll leave first thing in the morning. I promise. Your mom won’t even know you’ve been gone.”

“You don’t know my mother.” She put the blame on her mother but it was more than that. Cami didn’t want to stay in a hotel room with Will. She liked him a lot, but she didn’t love him. She loved Flynn, and she felt guilty enough.

Last week, she’d had sex with Will. She hadn’t meant for it to happen, but he was hot, and he was sweet, and he made her feel beautiful, and she’d missed Flynn. She’d been angry at him too.

“She’ll ground me for the rest of the summer, Will. We’ll drive home with the windows open, we’ll get some coffee, and I’ll talk to you the entire way back to Sunshine Bay. I won’t let you fall asleep. I promise I won’t. It’s an hour drive. It’ll be fine.”

“Whatever,” he said, taking his car keys out of his pocket. His strides were long and angry as he led the way to his red Corvette.

She hurried to catch up with him. “Don’t be mad at me, Will.” She felt like crying, and from the way Will’s expression softened, she had a feeling that he’d read the emotion on her face.

“As if I could stay mad at you for long.” He opened the car door for her and smirked. “Guess what we’re listening to all the way home.”

“No, not Smashing Pumpkins!”

“Yep. That’s your payback for ruining the night I had planned. You’re missing out, babe. Big-time.”

She was about to promise she’d make it up to him but didn’t want to lie to him. She wanted to stay friends, just not friends who had sex. “You’re a great guy, Will Bennett.”

He frowned as he got behind the wheel. “This isn’t you giving me the brush-off, is it?”

“No, of course not.”

“So we’re still on for kitesurfing tomorrow?”

“As long as my mother doesn’t discover I snuck out, we are.”

“Then we’d better get you home.”

“Cami?”

Willow’s voice jerked Cami from the memory, and she lifted her gaze to where Willow stood with Noah, looking concerned. Cami remembered. She remembered everything. Drawing on her acting abilities, she forced a smile. She couldn’t tell them she’d gotten her memory back. Not yet. Not until she made amends for everything she’d done.

Chapter Sixteen

Willow’s sister hadn’t been at the beach house for more than twenty minutes before she was dragging her onto the deck. “I have to talk to my baby sis for a minute,” Sage said, smiling at Noah, Riley, and Cami before sliding the door closed.

“Sage! We’re going to be late. I promised I’d be at the farm half an hour before the event started.”

Something urgent had come up at work, and her sister hadn’t been able to make it until today. Willow had just been grateful that Riley could come to the pet rescue event with her and Noah. The past two days had been mostly drama-free when it came to Cami, but after the episode with her headache the other day, Willow didn’t feel comfortable leaving her aunt on her own. She wasn’t acting like the woman—teenager—Willow had come to know. She was pale, subdued, and a little needy.

Sage took Willow by the hand, moving her out of view of their audience on the other side of the glass doors. Then she crossed her arms and gave Willow what she thought of as her sister’s lawyerly look, which usually meant Willow had done something Sage disapproved of. Since her sister alreadyknew about their aunt, Willow couldn’t think of anything that warranted the narrowing of Sage’s stunning green eyes or her downturned pouty lips.

“If you think staring at me is going to make me cop to whatever you think I’ve done, you’re wrong.” Sage routinely used her intimidating stare and drawn-out silences to get confessions from her clients and their exes. It had to be said that her sister was very good at her job. “You’re wasting both our time because I have no idea what your problem is.”

“Really? So you didn’t kiss Mr. Tall, Dark, and Devastatingly Handsome?”

Willow grinned. “If you think he’s devastatingly handsome now, wait until you see him when he’s all broody and ticked off.”

“You did kiss him!”

She’d given herself away so there was no sense in denying it. “I did, and his kisses are as devastating as his face.”

“Kisses? You kissed him more than once?”

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