That Time We Kissed Under the Mistletoe (Abieville Love Stories #4)

Chapter 22

Chapter Twenty-Two

Sara

Twelve Years Ago: June

I’m back in Abieville! Yes, that’s the sound of me jumping up and down with excitement. But can you blame me? I’ve been looking forward to this summer since last August, and let me tell you, Three was worth the wait.

I’ve only been here with him for two days, but those forty-eight hours were already better than the roughly half a million minutes I missed with him this year. In fact, I may have so much fun this summer, I forget all about this journal.

We spent the first half of today tubing on the lake with Ford and Nella in their Uncle Cubby’s boat. Then Three had a lifeguarding shift over at The Beachfront Inn, so we went swimming over there. This guy named Carver met us. When I realized I’d left my towel on the boat, he offered me his.

Three blew his whistle at us, just like he does whenever kids start roughhousing in the water or kicking up sand around other people. He was just kidding around, pretending to be jealous. But Nella likes Carver, so I’d never go after him even if my heart wasn’t already obsessed with Three.

Oops. That’s my mom’s calling me for dinner, but I think I’m too happy to eat. I just hope she and my dad won’t be too upset when I tell them we’re all meeting up at the lake for a bonfire tonight. And I hope Three and I get some alone time.

I’m already dying to kiss him. And I kind of wish he got jealous for real.