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“I won’t.”

She hung up and I lowered the phone, staring at it for a few seconds.

I had three days.

Three days to get to Rosewood without Fiona suspecting a damn thing.

Three days for Josie and Sugar to work whatever miracle they were planning.

Three days until I got to knock on Granny’s door and find out what Fiona looked like when somebody showed up for her.

My eyes drifted to our last conversation again.

Goodnight, Romeo.

I smiled.

Saturday night, hopefully, I’d be Jasper again.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Fiona

Sunlight spilled across my bedroom when I opened my eyes Saturday morning.

For a few blissful seconds, I didn’t remember what day it was.

Then I did.

Prom.

I rolled onto my stomach and buried my face in the pillow. I told myself I absolutely did not care. And if I repeated it often enough, eventually my brain might get the message.

By the time I gave up and dragged myself downstairs, I was still unconvinced. I wore my flannel pajama pants and an oversized sweatshirt that had once belonged to Frank. Granny was already in the kitchen making coffee, humming softly while I slumped into a chair and folded my arms on the table.

“Morning, sweetheart.”

“Morning.”

She placed a mug in front of me—cream and sugar, exactly the way I liked it—before sitting across from me with her own.

“You’re moping.”

I lifted my head. “I’m not moping.”

“You’ve been moping all week.”

“I have not.”

Granny took a sip of coffee. The woman didn’t need words to be smug.

I sighed and dropped my chin back onto my arms. “Sugar wouldn’t even let me work today. What am I supposed to do? Sit around and stare at the walls?”

“You could get ready for prom.”

I looked at her.

“I’m not going to prom. I don’t have a dress or a date. The boys at school won’t even look at me, much less talk to me long enough to ask me.”