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Harper’s the one who has to pull away, breathing heavily. When I reach for her again, she braces a hand against my chest. “Customers are waiting,” she says.

I throw my head back and groan. “It’s always work with you.”

But we’re both smiling. She tilts her head jauntily. “You have to get on my calendar, I guess.”

“Paperless. I remember.”

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The color in her cheeks deepens at the reminder of the last time we were alone at work.

I can’t resist leaning in to whisper, “I wanted to kiss you then, too.”

I’m close enough to hear her breath catch. “You need to control yourself when your family is on the other side of that wall.” Her voice is breathy, like she’s having trouble getting a real lungful of air.

“Fine.” I draw back far enough that the coconut scent of her is slightly less overpowering, the instinctive twitching in my fingers slightly easier to master. “Friday at seven?”

Her smile grows. “It’s a date.”

When we emerge, Lindsey raises her eyebrows so high I’m surprised they don’t fly right off her face. I mouth athank youher way, and she returns it with a very clearyou owe me.

I don’t care if she keeps flaking on the diner for Sara, if I have to keep her secrets from my parents, if she asks me to pick up every single shift until I graduate. Things are finally turning around.

I have a date with Harper on Friday.

TUESDAY, 7:43 P.M.

Dawson:What kind of gift do you think Lindsey would want?

Harper:for what?

Dawson:As a thank you for this afternoon

Dawson:If she hadn’t covered for us, we wouldn’t have gotten to……

Harper:have a conversation about how much we both wanted to go to Skate Night?

Dawson:…

Dawson:Yes. Absolutely that. That’s the thing I keep thinking about instead of studying.