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“Agree. One hundred percent. I consider it my duty, it’s purely obligatory, I won’t enjoy it at all.”

She laughed.

“So where are we going for lunch?” she asked, snuggling her baby.

“A breakfast place actually. Unless you prefer pizza.”

“I love breakfast food,” she said.

“It is far superior to any other kind,” I agreed.

“I do like pizza though,” she said.

“Do you eat the crust?” I asked, petting a passing kitten.

“I love the crust on pizza,” she said.

“I hate the crust.”

“Maddy hates the crust too and I get to eat hers,” she said. “It’s part of why we’re so compatible.”

“Brad likes them too. He eats all my crusts. You know, I bet if they did a study about relationships, romantic and platonic, the ones where two people have alternating crust preferences are the ones that work the best.”

“Imagine putting that on a dating app,” she said.

I made my voice serious. “Must be willing to eat my discarded pizza crusts, no weirdos.”

She burst into laughter. The relief I felt that this seemed to be going well was insurmountable.

“What food don’t you like?” I asked, still smiling.

“Carrots. You?”

“Pappardelle,” I said. “Can’t stand it.”

“That thin, flat pasta?”

“Yeah. It feels like you’re eating a tongue,” I said, getting my arm tackled by an orange tabby. “Okay, all right, that’s enough, Murder Mittens.” I pulled the cat off me one claw at a time and Emma beamed at me.

Her phone rang and she picked it up and looked at it. “Oh, hold on, it’s Maddy. Hello?” She listened for a moment. Then she sucked air through her teeth. “That’s what the bumpers are for. Well I’m glad you made it, I was worried. Okay. Okay. I will. Bye.” She hung up.

“She docked it okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, she rammed it kind of hard, but she says the boat is fine.”

“You two are going to be professionals by the time this summer is over.”

“I hope so. It’s been a little stressful.” She picked up Murder Mittens. “I don’t think I really thought this island thing through. It sounded like a good idea at the time but it’s kind of inconvenient. Anyway, it’s only for six weeks and Maddy likes the cottage, so…”

“Where’d you and Maddy meet?” I asked.

She rubbed noses with the kitten. “She’s my foster sister. Her moms took me in when I was fourteen. They were amazing. Put me through nursing school and everything.”

“They adopted you?” I asked.

She shook her head. “No.”

“Why not? Actually, you know what, no. You don’t have to answer that. That’s personal.”