This Summer. Katlyn Duncan

shut her up.

      But he isn’t fazed. “I’d hate to leave Hadley high and dry.” Lily snorts but he ignores her. “Your dad needed someone for the summer and that’s what I plan to do.”

      “And after that?” she prods.

      He shrugs, fixing his eyes on mine. The sun reflects the flecks of gold and blue in his hazel irises. “Back to the ranch.”

      Lily’s lips pucker in a see-he’s-leaving-anyway-so-let’s-enjoy-ourselves look.

      Will points his thumb at the parking lot. “Hadley, can I take you home?”

      I lick my suddenly dry lips. “I came with Lily.”

      Will looks over my shoulder at Lily. “It’s on the way,” he presses.

      “Ethan—” I say.

      “He already left with Daisy.”

      I bite my lip, hard, attempting to wake up from this strange dream. I turn to Lily and raise my eyebrows. She narrows her eyes at Will but shrugs. “It’s up to you.”

      The awkwardness between us has to fade away or else the summer is going to be longer than necessary. Maybe it’s about time I get over Will Carson for good so I can finally move on with my life.

      “Okay,” I agree.

      ***

      The warm afternoon air blows my hair over my shoulders. I pull it away from my hot skin as the three of us head to the parking lot. We’ve fallen into an awkward silence, something I’m terrible at breaking. Lily squeezes my arm as we arrive at her car. “Text me,” she says and turns on her heel.

      “Good seeing you too,” Will calls.

      Lily waves her hand but doesn’t turn around.

      Will chuckles and reaches over to open the passenger side door. I climb in. “Thanks.” He rounds the front of the truck and for a moment I watch him. I never thought Will could get any hotter, but Texas had seriously been good to him. I tug the hem of my shorts as he slides into the driver’s seat. I lean back, noticing a suitcase in the bed of the truck. “Did you just come in this afternoon?”

      He wraps the seatbelt around his chest and buckles in. I do the same. “The last stretch was twenty-four hours.”

      “Wow.”

      He turns the ignition. “I was fixin’ to go to the grocery store. Do you mind the detour?”

      A laugh burst from my lips. “You were what?”

      He grins. “Sorry. I was about to go to the grocery store and was wondering if you wanted to come with?”

      “Sure.”

      “I have to say I assimilated quite quickly to the culture. Mabel helped with that.”

      “That’s your aunt?” I’ve never met the woman, from what I remember she never visited them.

      He nods and we start forward.

      A few of the stragglers come out of the building, Carter one of them. I sink into the seat and thankfully he doesn’t see me.

      “Lily said you and Carter dated.”

      I sit up in the seat. “We broke it off a few weeks ago.”

      “Why’s that?”

      I sigh, reciting the same excuse I’ve told everyone. “We’re leaving for college at the end of the summer. It was going to end eventually.”

      “Where’re you going?”

      “NYU.”

      “The dream,” he drawls.

      “The dream,” I repeat. I can’t pinpoint the exact time I declared that I wanted to go to NYU, but even if he did forget how to use a telephone he didn’t forget everything. “How’s college for you?”

      His expression darkens. “I didn’t go.”

      “Oh.”

      He pulls out of the park and down the main stretch toward the center of town. “My uncle passed away and left Mabel in a tight spot money-wise. So I’ve been helping her make ends meet.”

      “Your dad too?”

      “Yeah,” he says quickly.

      “How come he didn’t come up with you?”

      His hands tighten around the steering wheel. “He broke his leg last week. So he wouldn’t be much help.”

      “That seems to be happening a lot lately,” I mumble.

      Will’s phone rings from the cup holder and we both look at it. He snatches the phone and checks the screen before turning the ringer off.

      “It’s right over there,” I point towards the bright orange and white sign of Fresh Mart.

      “I remember,” he says, putting the phone down in the holder.

      “Right,” I say. “Sorry.”

      He pulls into one of the farthest spots of the lot. He’s out of the car before I get my seatbelt off. I lean into the door as it moves away from me. A squeal rips through me as I tumble out of the truck.

      Will grabs my arms, hefting me up before I hit the ground. He gently helps me to my feet and I look up into his eyes. The corners crinkle and I know he wants to laugh. My skin flushes.

      “I do have the capability to get out of a car on my own,” I say, politely removing my arms from his grasp.

      He looks over his shoulder. “Mabel would kill me if you did that. I’m not surprised Carter never held the door for you.”

      I didn’t need any more of Carter today. “A little warning next time.”

      He leans close to me and I step back, my butt bumping into the side of the truck. “Warning. Every time we’re in a vehicle together, I will open the door for you.”

      His eyes dance playfully and I can’t help but smile. “Thanks.”

      He closes my door with a grin and leads the way up to the store.

CHAPTER FOUR

      Will

      I don’t have to worry about holding the store’s front doors for Hadley since they automatically open in front of us. Her shoulders almost touch her ears as we walk into the air-conditioned store.

      I grab a shopping cart and push it towards the first aisle, completely out of my element. Someone calls out to Hadley and she waves to a girl at the checkout.

      “Do you have plans to go to school eventually?” Hadley says, bringing up that topic again.

      I busy myself pulling a loaf of bread from the shelf. “I don’t know.”

      “With your grades any school would be thrilled to have you.” There’s a hint of envy in her voice.

      “You sound like Mabel.”

      She smiles. “I’d like to meet her,” she says and then closes her eyes briefly.

      “You’d get along great.”

      She gives me a closed-lipped smile and tugs her fingers through her hair, not quite meeting my eyes. So much for not being uncomfortable.

      I switch to a safer topic as we head for the refrigerated aisle. “Do you know any of the kids that we have this year?”

      She nods. “We had a few last year in the group.” She takes a piece of paper from her pocket and unfolds it. “You remember the Yates twins?”

      Barely. “I think so.”

      “We