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Chelsea, I think. An ass. Gabe’s not belittling you, for God’s sake.
    “It’s beautiful,” I say, staring up at the sky. But the words sound kind of hollow to me—exactly like the lie they are .
    “Listen,” Gabe says, making his voice go husky, “I’m not going to let you have a bite of my graduation cake unless you give me twenty-one kisses. One for every night you’ll be in Minnesota.”
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    I close my eyes just as our lips meet. I open my mouth, strengthening my lips against his, stretching our kiss from one moment to another, another.
    “At this rate,” I say when we finally do come up for air, “it’ll take all night to get to twenty-one.”
    “That’s just fine with me,” Gabe whispers.
    As Gabe kisses me again, my eye wanders up to the sky. Our kiss cools as I realize that the Chelsea Keyes Star doesn’t look one bit brighter than any other star out tonight. Clint
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    You want to know what heaven is?” Kenzie asks as she comes banging out the kitchen door. She pauses to dim the lights in the dining room. She’s starting up right where she left off last summer. Even though I’d hoped that nine months apart would have cooled the ridiculous crush she developed last Fourth of July. Her big hiking boots clomp against the floor as she sashays across the dining room of the lodge, which is empty by now except for the two of us. Candlelight and her hope wash over the walls. When she approaches the table where I’m sitting, her hips start working overtime, swiveling like seesaws.
    I’m afraid of her question, but I don’t want to hurt her feelings, either. So I decide to play along. “Heaven … a never-ending line of pine trees on the horizon.”
    “No,” she says, her voice all singsong.
    “What, then?” I ask, folding my hands behind my head. 45/262
    “Fried morel mushrooms, of course.” She plops a plate down on the table. “Handpicked by yours truly this afternoon. The chilled bottle of Coke is compliments of Chef Charlie, who has just retired for the evening.”
    I nod, staring into the candle that flickers in the center of the table. We really are alone, then. Me and Kenzie, whose wavy chestnut hair is going all crazy down her chest, making arrows that point directly at her breasts.
    Okay, Kenzie. I get it. I notice. I just choose not to do anything about it.
    She slips into the chair on the opposite side of my table, props her elbows on the tablecloth, leans forward.
    I push the camera she’s loaned me across the table. “There you go,”
    I say. I tell myself to pretend not to notice her little seduction scene.
    “Wildflowers and sunsets galore—black silhouettes of pine trees.”
    “ Postcards galore,” Kenzie corrects me with a smile, an adoring twinkle springing into her eye. “You always take the best shots around here. I swear, you single-handedly keep the gift shop in the black. Don’t know what we’d do without you.”
    “Yeah—you poor helpless techie,” I say. “Updating the resort’s website, keeping all the vacationers from blowing their tops by maintaining their Wi-Fi connection.” I cringe, just like I always do when I think about Earl’s great Wi-Fi-In-Every-Cabin idea. If you ask me, it kind of spoils things a bit. “You’d never be able to take a few pictures with a digital camera.”
    Kenzie sticks her tongue out at me, clutching onto the fact that I’ve teased her, that I’m playing. I know she’s decided to take it as an indication that I’m interested, and I instantly regret it. “Takes an artistic eye,”
    she insists. “Techies aren’t born with one.”
    Her adoring stare is giving me the willies. I pick up the soda and guzzle about half of it all at once, to keep from having to say anything. 46/262
    “Go on,” she says, pushing the plate of morels closer to me. “You get the first bite.”
    I stare at the triangle-shaped slices that’ve been fried a perfect golden brown. “Heaven,” I mumble. My mouth waters. But I