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He looked at his watch and then his eyes met mine. “It’s time to pick her up. Do you want to come?”

Kat looked from Bridger to me again, her eyes curious.

“No, I’ll wait here,” I replied.

Kat stood. “I’ll go. I am so bored that even driving to the hospital sounds fun at this point. See ya, Maggie.”

I smiled and watched them go, but as soon as they got into the car, the smile fell from my face and I let the feelings I’d been trying so hard to hide flood to the surface.

I was glad Mrs. Carpenter was coming home—thrilled—but I knew with her return, I wouldn’t see Bridger as much. I’d been with him from sunup to sundown for three days. But now that the house was back in order, I was certain his talk from the night of graduation would come into effect. I could still hear him.…

I wanted to let you know I’m still here for you, as a friend. Nothing more, nothing less. So if you can forgive me for misleading you, maybe we can hang out sometimes. Nothing major, just the occasional movie, or hike, or something.

He’d be busy hanging out with Kat and his friends from out of town.

Yet it was a good thing. Because I was seriously, undeniably attached. Way more than friends.

I opened two cans of chili and dumped them into a pot, then put the pot on the stove. While the food heated, I made sure for the tenth time that Mrs. Carpenter’s new bedroom looked perfect.

Convinced everything was flawless, I stood in the window, breathed in smoldering sage, and stared at the gravel driveway. When Bridger pulled up, I forced a smile to my face and opened the front door.

Bridger got out of the car and opened Mrs. Carpenter’s door. Her voice carried to me.

“If you’ll get the wheelchair, Bridger, I’ll just—”

“There’s no need for the wheelchair yet,” Bridger said. He leaned into the car and lifted Mrs. Carpenter out, carrying her like a baby. Mrs. Carpenter’s pale cheeks warmed to pink and she grinned as she put her arms around Bridger’s neck.

“If I knew it would take a wolf bite to get a young man like you to carry me across the threshold, I’d have got bit years ago. You’re a strong boy,” she said.

“You hardly weigh a thing, Mrs. C.,” Bridger said with a laugh.

He carried her into the living room and gently laid her on the love seat. I stacked pillows beneath her leg. Kat came inside with the wheelchair and sniffed the air.

“Do I smell canned chili?” Kat asked, scrunching up her face. Bridger chucked his keys at her, which she snatched out of the air without blinking.

“If you have a problem with the food, go get dinner somewhere else,” he said.

She glared at her brother. “Why are you so grouchy? I never said anything was wrong with canned chili. And besides, it’s not like we were invited to eat dinner here.”

“Kat, you and your brother are invited to eat dinner with us whenever you are available,” Mrs. Carpenter said with a sly look in my direction. Bridger grinned at me.

With Mrs. Carpenter’s return, Bridger didn’t disappear from my life, like I’d assumed. And neither did Kat. He and I went mountain biking Thursday morning—without Kat—before Mrs. Carpenter woke. On Thursday night, he and Kat drove me to work, hung out with their visiting friends until the end of my shift, and then drove me back home. On Friday morning, Bridger and I went mountain biking again, and that night Bridger, Kat, and I played a card game called Rook with Mrs. Carpenter.

Saturday morning found Bridger and me in the mountains again. But this time Kat was tagging along. On the brand-new mountain bike she’d purchased since someone was always using hers.

With my hands clenched on the brakes, I dodged gnarled tree roots and rocks and maneuvered the bike down a steep, narrow trail. When the ground leveled out, I sighed with relief.

Bridger and Kat sat shaded in some bushes beside their bikes, helmets off, eating trail mix with more chocolate chips than nuts, and sipping water from matching Camelbaks.

“… say you had to stick to me like glue,” Bridger was saying, glaring at his sister.

“I’m keeping you out of trouble. Better safe than sorry,” she said, a self-satisfied grin on her face. I pulled my bike up beside them and yanked my feet out of the pedals, then shook out my cramping hands.

Bridger wiped the glare from his face, held up his hand, and started counting his fingers.

“What are you doing?” I asked, plopping into the weeds beside Kat.

“Counting. We’ve gone biking seven times and you’re still gripping the brakes like a five-year-old every time we lose elevation. I sorta thought you’d catch on by now, but don’t you know that you’re supposed to go faster on the downhill?”

“He’s right,” Kat said, yawning. “You’re slow. We’ve been sitting down here for at least half an hour.”

“I’m scared of going fast,” I explained, a completely reasonable fear. The look of consternation that filled Bridger’s eyes made me laugh.

“This from the girl who sprints faster than the speed of light?” he said around a mouthful of trail mix. “You’ve got to be kidding! Don’t you know that cruising down a mountain at dangerously reckless speed is just like flying?”

“No, there is a freaking huge difference,” I argued.

“Oh, really?”

“Hello! You can’t crash into a tree when you’re flying!”

One black eyebrow shot up. “I beg to differ. When a bird flies through the forest, there are trees all around,” Bridger said. Kat glared at him.

I opened my mouth to argue, but snapped it back shut. He had a point.

“Don’t you want to know how it feels to be a bird soaring through the air, Maggie? Get back on that bike so you can do the downhill again. Flying is quite amazing.”

“You want me to ride back up to the top of that mountain?” I asked, looking at the steep, pine-cloaked path.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Kat whined. “I refuse to do it.”

Bridger smiled wickedly. And, silly me, I couldn’t resist that smile, couldn’t deny him anything. Somehow he’d become my best friend.

“Let’s get this over with,” I said with a sigh.

The ride up was at least ten times harder than the first time around, and I was gasping for air as I neared the top. But I made it. Bridger didn’t seem to think it was any harder, but one glance at his legs, sculpted with muscle from years of biking and track, showed why.

“Okay, my little Magpie, are you ready to fly?” Bridger asked, straddling his bike beside me.

“No,” I answered. “I need a drink of water first.” He looked at the water bottle fastened to the frame of my bike, and then at me like I was stalling. “I’m out of water. Wanna share yours before I keel over from dehydration?”

I climbed off my bike and Bridger climbed off his. He held the straw end of his Camelbak out to me and I took a tentative step forward, practically stepping on his toes to put it in my mouth. I drew in a deep swallow of the warm water, letting it wet my burning throat, and sighed. And then I realized the air between us felt charged with electricity. Being so close to Bridger made me aware of every inch of my body, and every inch of his. I stared at his neck and could see the pulse pounding beneath his skin.

Since our little chat on graduation night, he hadn’t flirted with me. At all. Hadn’t touched me once. I wondered if he could feel my reaction to him, so I looked up at his close face. The breath caught in my throat.

He was staring down at me, frowning, his entire body still as stone. Something in his eyes told me he knew exactly what I was feeling.

Behind us, Kat’s voice interrupted the silence. “Are you guys still up here?” She gasped.

He yanked the rubber straw out of my mouth and turned away. “Yeah. We’re about to start down,” Bridger called. “So move out of the way.”

Kat rode into the clearing at the top of the hill, her face red and slick with sweat.

“Time for you to fly, Magpie,” Bridger said, winking at me.

I took a deep, unsteady breath. “Fine. But if I fall off my bike and get hurt, you’re going to carry me back to the car.” And that means you’ll have to touch me.

“Fair enough.” He climbed onto his bike and looked at me. “What are you waiting for? Go!”

I got off to a wobbly start, struggling to clip my shoes into the pedals. Once they were in, I pointed my bike down and started to bump along the path. It was hard not to cling to the brakes, but I made myself let go and careened down the trail. Trees and foliage began to blur past, wind whipped my face, and tears streamed from my eyes. My delighted scream echoed far and wide, my hair blew out behind me, and for a glorious moment I could imagine how a bird must feel gliding through the air.

Then I was at the bottom, smiling, pulse racing, and ecstatic. I had done it, and while it was a little bumpier than I imagine flying would be, it had been positively exhilarating.

Bridger came to a stop beside me, his dancing eyes studying my face.

Kat zoomed past. “I’ll meet you at the car,” she called.

“So, what do you think of flying?” Bridger asked.

“Awesome.”

A satisfied grin spread over his face. “I knew you’d like it. Let’s go.”

He pedaled hard, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake. My legs were so rubbery I could hardly snap my feet back into the bike pedals. But somehow I managed and began to follow.

The winding trail was narrow, shaded by tall pines and fringed with yellow and purple wildflowers and waist-high weeds, making it impossible to see far. Birds chirped and chipmunks chattered at me.

The farther I rode, the thinner the trees got, the sparser the weeds. I rounded a sharp bend and had my first clear view of the trail. Bridger and Kat were out of sight—probably already at the SUV. I forced my exhausted legs to continue pedaling when something niggled at my senses—I seemed to catch a whiff of an unusual odor. Or maybe I heard something, or saw a flash of color out of the corner of my eye. I wasn’t sure what it was, but … something had changed.

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