““Clare,” said a voice behind me. Not Nate’s, but just as familiar. “I’ll get going,” Nate said, backing up. “If you see the dumbass, tell him I’m mad at him for standing me up.” I turned around. “The dumbass?” Justin asked. “Yes, you’re not the only one in town. Who knew?” He smiled. Every time I tried to hurt him, he just smiled. I’d have to try harder. “You look beautiful tonight,” he said, looking me up and down. “You wore that dress on the picnic we took in the spring. Remember, it was the first warm day of the season . . .” His voice trailed off. “I’d love to wax nostalgic, Justin, but I’ve got work to do.””
