“Miss me?” Her grip revealed her feelings.
Before I could answer, Ally chimed in, “Mia! You’re never allowed to go away for that long again.”
Hil’s hug and musky perfume were replaced by Ally’s grapefruit lotion, then Lauren’s vanilla body splash. But all of these were erased when Ryan wrapped me in his arms—smelling of beach, sunshine, and … him. He swung my feet off the floor, twirled me once, then set me down. Casual, like he did so every day, he pressed his lips to my cheek and whispered the words I’d been thinking, “I forgot how good you smell.”
Chris nodded his greeting from the booth, where Lauren was climbing across his lap to reclaim her Diet Coke. He was cute, but cute compared to Ryan’s sexy. He smirked at Ryan’s display and my shocked face. “Hey, Mia. Someone’s either really horny or he missed you.”
I’m sure Hil smacked him, but I was dizzily being tugged away from Ryan so Ally could grab a second hug before pulling me down into the booth beside her.
“What’d you do to your hair?” Lauren asked.
I forced a quick laugh. “I tried to get it cut and highlighted in Connecticut. Oops.”
“Why? It was so long and gorgeous,” Hil said. “You’re supposed to call me before you make any big beauty decisions, remember? We pinky-promised after I dyed my hair with Jell-O in eighth grade.”
I laughed. “I totally forgot about that. Your head smelled like lime for a week.”
She grinned at me. “It wasn’t my smartest decision—especially since I used my mom’s good towels. Oh, before I forget, Cobb salad with fat-free Italian on the side, right? That’s what I ordered you, so if you want something different, you need to grab the waitress.”
“Actually, I kinda want a cheesesteak. You can’t get a good one in Connecticut.” I craved real, nonhospital food.
“Really?” Lauren asked. “But that’s so fat—er, fried.”
“And a vanilla milkshake.” After a month of vomiting, I wasn’t worried about calories.
“I’ll go tell the waitress,” Ryan offered, slipping out of the booth.
Hil was still studying me. “Where are the highlights?”
“I don’t see any either,” Lauren agreed, kneeling up on the booth and tipping her head to examine me like a lab specimen.
“It didn’t take—my hair had a weird reaction and burned. It was a mess.”
“Oh my God!” Ally squeezed my arm in sympathy. “I’m never getting my hair cut in Connecticut! Poor you.”
“It’ll grow back.” Turning to Lauren and Hil I added, “It’s just hair.”
“I’d kill for your blond.” Hil blew her perfect brown bangs out of her eyes and reached out to take a lock of my hair. I scooted away, bumping into Ryan, who was sitting back down.
“If you want to sit in my lap, all you have to do is ask.” He smiled but I was too overwhelmed to echo it or joke.
“How’s your pops doing?” Ally asked. “And are you okay? That must’ve been so hard!”
“He’s doing great. Really, really well. Thanks.”
Hil continued her critique. “You don’t look like our Summer Girl! Didn’t your grandparents let you out in the sun? And I thought Lauren was pale.”
I swallowed and tried to look casual, but Hil was circling. She could tell something was off—we’d been close for far too long for her not to pick up on whatever vibe I was projecting—and I knew she wouldn’t rest until she’d figured it out.
“I’m a redhead. You know I don’t tan, I burn and freckle,” Lauren grumbled.
Ryan picked up my arm and compared it to his own. “You’ve got some serious catching up to do.” He slipped both our hands under the table and didn’t let go.
I forced myself to join in the laughter and smile at the Casper and albino jokes. So many lies needed to be remembered, topics avoided, questions dodged. Ryan and I didn’t usually hold hands. Or we hadn’t before. My palm sweated and I was sure he felt my pulse pounding.
“Hey, neighbor. Didn’t know you were back. Hi, guys.” Gyver’s deep voice cut across the good-natured criticism. My racing heart slowed as he approached.
Hillary batted her eyelashes and Lauren smiled supersonically. Gyver didn’t look at them.
“Hey.” My tension melted. I poked Ryan and he stood to let me out of the booth.
Ryan gave Gyver a stiff nod.
I launched myself into his hug. “How are you? It’s good to see you.” Stepping out of his arms was hard, but I’d stayed there a beat too long already. I released him but stood close, breathing in his familiar safety.
Gyver picked up the conversation. “How was Connecticut? You cut your hair—it looks good.”
“Are you blind? They destroyed her hair,” Hillary growled. Her flirty smile was gone.
“I like it.” He smiled at me without acknowledging Hil. Lauren leaned forward in a way that showed too much of her lace bra and cleavage.