Page 62 of The Risks of Reuniting

How did we go from shock he's there, to kissing?

You should be more surprised that it took us this long. I have no willpower around him

Allie

True. He's the peanut butter to your chocolate

The banana to my sundae

Allie

The mint to your brownie

Mmm…. brownies

Allie

What's the plan then? You do have a plan?

So far the plan is that we agreed to give it a second chance.

Allie

And what does that look like?

He'll be in SLC for the next month. We have time to figure it out.

Allie

And if you don't?

We have to.

I couldn't bear to think it could fall apart again.

Mon, May 25 – follow up

Fam,

Grandma Sue- yes, he remembers you and still thinks you're the classiest.

Dad – yes, he can worry about my HOA issues if we get back together, but more importantly, I – a full grown woman and owner of the condo – can handle them myself. However, if you need to assign that to him in order to feel better, we can both pretend he'll be the one dealing with it.

Mom – of course I'm partially to blame in this break-up. I like that you think I'm perfect, but I am not, and I made some mistakes. We'd love to come to dinner soon.

Gavin – yes, shocker, a guy likes me and even after we broke up he still liked me. That's me winning this competition. Has a girl ever liked you? I think not. Put down your drain-clearing tools and take a shower, there's still hope.

Chlo

Chapter 22

Holt

OurlastweekinPeru didn't go exactly how it would have if we were tourists. I had romantic dreams of taking Chloe to the Larco Museum, and over to Miraflores to the Park of Love. Instead, we both found ourselves buried in a rush to get as much done as possible. The days were long, with me working construction around the hillside village with Cesar from daybreak to sundown, and Chloe refusing to let Dr. J turn down a single patient. We both had a sort of desperation to leave things better, and I love that we feel the same about it.

Now it's our last night in Peru. Chloe, Rachelle, Cesar and I are sitting in the shadows along the canteen wall. We dragged chairs out after a late dinner and our trays still sit at our feet as we lazily watch the scene around us. The center throws a small going away party for the volunteers on their last night. The cook staff goes all out with delicious food, and the other workers and volunteers have set up a handful of gas lanterns around the courtyard area where they now dance to soft, slow music. It's soothing.

Rachelle is braiding and unbraiding her blonde hair as she watches. "That guy is cute," she says, pointing at a young volunteer who I think is from Spain. "Why did I not notice him until tonight?"

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