“Like what?” I asked, burrowing deeper into Brody’s hold.
He turned so we were facing one another but still close. “Like the house, the gardens, the island. This life.” I sucked in a sharp breath as Brody’s hand slipped into his pocket and retrieved a ring. “There’s no one else I’d want to create a life with. It’s okay if you want to wait—”
“I don’t want to wait.” My words came out in a whoosh. “I’d marry you tomorrow.”
“How about next month?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “There’s nothing I want more than to live this life with you.”
Brody slipped the shining diamond onto my finger. The rose gold band had intricate leaves carved into it. I couldn’t help but stare. “It’s beautiful.”
“I drew the design and had a jeweler in New York make it.”
Tears pooled in my eyes. “I love that I’ll have one of your creations with me always.”
Brody’s roughened palms cupped my face. “Just like I’ll be.”
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PROLOGUE
Piper
PAST
“What do you think?” Jenn spun in front of the skinny mirror on the inside of the closet.
“It’s perfect.” I flicked one of the small little rhinestone buttons in the shape of a flower. It was sophisticated, and the pale pink was beautiful against Jenn’s summer-tanned skin. “I didn’t think there was any way you’d need a sweater while we were here but I should’ve known better.”
“Doesn’t matter that it’s summer; it’s always freezing at night.”
I should’ve remembered. Our families had been making our yearly trip to Anchor Island for as long as I could remember.
“Okay, finishing touches.” Jenn motioned me forward so I stood in front of her. “Look down.”
My gaze caught on the half of a heart around her neck that read: Friends. My fingers sought out my half, rubbing circles on it as Jenn swept something across my eyelids.
“Okay, finished. You can look.” Jenn stepped behind me, her hands on my shoulders. “My bestie is a stunner. Those high school boys won’t know what hit them.”
Facing the mirror, I rolled my eyes. “I just hope no one shoves me into a locker on the first day of class.” The high school we were attending in the fall was so much larger than the middle school we’d gone to, and I wasn’t exactly looking forward to the new experience.
She hooked an arm through mine, so we were looking at each other through the mirror. We were polar opposites. Jenn with her blond hair and long, sinewy form. Me with my dark hair and petite stature. But fourteen years of being hitched to each other’s sides had made us more like sisters than friends, even if we looked nothing alike.
“We’ll handle it like we do everything—”
“Together,” I finished.
She grinned into the mirror. “I have a surprise…”
The mischievous glint in Jenn’s blue eyes had my stomach dropping. “What?”
She stuck out her tongue at me in the mirror. “Don’t be like that. It’s a good one.”
Jenn’s good surprises could be anything from: I scored us some double fudge brownie ice cream, to we’re going to toilet paper our pre-algebra teacher’s house. “All right, spill.”
“I ran into Ethan earlier, and he and his friends invited us to a party. They’re having a bonfire up on the cliffs.” She did a little running-man dance and let out a squeal.
That dropping sensation in my stomach turned to cramps. I should’ve known when Jenn had said she wanted to give us both a makeover that something was up. “I don’t know.” I wandered out into the main room of the cabin, Jenn on my heels.
“Come on, Piper. Pleeeeeease? It’ll be fun, I promise.”
I slid into a chair at the table, studying the drawing we’d been working on every night since we’d arrived at Whispering Falls a week ago. “You know my uncles wouldn’t like it. Neither would your parents.”
She leaned a hip against the table, looking down at me with that same mischievous smile. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them. And don’t you want to start high school having gone to one party?”
I didn’t. If I could avoid parties for the foreseeable future, that would be just fine with me. But that was something changing between Jenn and me. I was happy with how we usually spent our yearly vacation here—excursions with our families during the day, whale watching, hiking, shopping in town. And our nights working on our plans for when we’d buy the Falls one day, while our favorite movies played in the background.
“Come on,” Jenn pleaded. “I really want to see Ethan again. And don’t you want to hang out with Nick? You’ll like it. He said they tell ghost stories at the bonfire. You’re super into all of that.”
No number of ghost stories could get me out of this cabin tonight. I had never lied to Nathan and Vic. Okay, I had never lied to them after I’d told them that a fox had kicked the soccer ball and broken the window when I was nine. I was pretty sure there were no foxes in Seattle, and the guilty look on my face had given me away. My uncles trusted me, and I didn’t want to ruin that. “It’s a stupid idea. I bet those guys don’t even know you’re fourteen. They wouldn’t have invited you if they did.” They must be at least sixteen—too old to be interested in an incoming freshman.
Jenn stiffened. “I told them I was in high school.”
“But not a freshman,” I challenged.
“It doesn’t matter. What’s going on with you? Are you scared or something?”
“I’m not scared. I just think that party’s going to be lame, and as soon as they figure out how old you are, they’re going to kick you out anyway. Why waste time?”
Jenn straightened from her perch against the table. “Well, I don’t want to watch another lame old movie and doodle on those stupid plans. I want to have some fun. Live a little.”
“Fine. Go without me, then.” The words were out before I could stop them.
“I will.” With that, she took off, slamming the door against the wall as she went.
Tears stung my eyes as I stared down at the map we’d been working on all week. The sketches of the buildings and the swimming pool blurred.
“What’s going on? Jenn tore out of here like the cabin was on fire,” Nathan asked as he entered, Vic in tow.
Concern laced Vic’s features as he crossed to me. “What are these tears, Munchkin?”
I let him fold me into a hug, the familiar scents of cedar and something just a bit floral wrapping me in comfort. “It’s nothing.”