Book 3 The Summer I Turned Pretty Apr 2026
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Book 3 The Summer I Turned Pretty Apr 2026

Conrad wasn’t at the fire at all. He was up at the house, standing on the back deck, one hand wrapped around a glass of lemonade he hadn’t touched. She could see his silhouette from here. Tall. Still. The kind of still that meant he was thinking too hard.

Conrad finally touched her. Just her wrist. His thumb pressed against her pulse point, feeling it race. book 3 the summer i turned pretty

“Then why are you out here?” she whispered. “And he’s down there?” Conrad wasn’t at the fire at all

“Jeremiah just pretended to fall into the fire. On purpose. For a girl.” standing on the back deck

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Conrad wasn’t at the fire at all. He was up at the house, standing on the back deck, one hand wrapped around a glass of lemonade he hadn’t touched. She could see his silhouette from here. Tall. Still. The kind of still that meant he was thinking too hard.

Conrad finally touched her. Just her wrist. His thumb pressed against her pulse point, feeling it race.

“Then why are you out here?” she whispered. “And he’s down there?”

“Jeremiah just pretended to fall into the fire. On purpose. For a girl.”