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“Greta, come in! Put on some shorts! We’re making a frittata.”
Elgin brandished a spatula and turned back to the stove, Ash
by his side. Nate sat at the kitchen table, flipping through
the deck of cards.
“I’m good. Thanks.” ADVANCE READING COPY

Greta dropped the shopping bags in front of Nate,
flexing her fingers where the handles had dug in. Then
she surveyed the two butts side by side at the stove, Elgin
wearing lime green today and Ash in some kind of Hawaiian-
print Bermuda shorts.
“Ash, are those—” she began.
“Not a word, Greta,” Ash warned over his shoulder.
“Not after this morning.”
“Fair enough.” She stifled a laugh, but they had already

turned back to the frittata. “I found everything you wanted.”
They had sent her to pick up the missing groceries for dinner.
Ash had suggested they make lamb and invite Alice. Greta
tried to give him a really? look, but he wouldn’t meet her eye.

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