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since his hair was just a little bit lighter than the one wearing the blue polo.
    “We look kind of different, huh? You too, Lisa.” His pretty blue eyes sparkled. “I’m Christian by the way.”
    She snorted. “I knew that.”
    “Yeah, right.” He yanked her into his arms.
    It felt strange being hugged by him. What had once felt so normal now felt awkward. She patted his back, but her eyes drew like magnets to the third Wright boy sitting on her couch.
    Unlike his brothers, Julian wasn’t the all-American boy next door. Dressed entirely in shades of black and white, his hair was long. Hanging in a kind of skater style around his shoulders. Soft and wavy looking, and it was bizarre that her heart suddenly started to pound as hard as it did. Especially when she noticed a hint of black swirls on his wrists peeking out from under the cuffs of his shirt.
    Did he have tattoos?
    She wet her lips, jerking her eyes away from his, hoping it might help her to breathe a little easier.
    And maybe it had something to do with the intense way he was staring at her, his gaze unswerving from her face, his breathing just this side of heavy, that’d caused her heart to thump so violently, or maybe it was just the shock of seeing people she’d sworn she’d never see again.
    Christian stepped back and then Roman took his place. Giving her a quick side hug.
    “Jeez, I forgot how boring this place was,” Christian snorted when she stepped back.
    It took everything Elisa had to ignore Julian’s hard stare. But she felt it move all through her.
    “Boring? You’re boring.” She swatted his shoulder. Her legs were jittery as she made her way over to her father’s favorite worn blue recliner and sat on the edge of it.
    The boys sat down beside Julian and Elisa was suddenly upset that her mother had failed to warn her that company might come over today. She was in short blue jean shorts and a Minnie mouse crop top.
    She brushed her fingers down her shirt; thank God it was clean at least.
    “So…umm.” She giggled—that was always her thing when she got nervous. It was a terrible habit. “You guys here on vacation? Can’t imagine you’d be happy to trade in the bright lights of New York for Maine.”
    Resting his arm on the back of the couch, Roman crossed his leg over his knee. “Nope. Here for good. Yay.”
    She curled her nose, tossing a quick glance at Julian. Her heart thumped loudly when she realized he was still looking at her. All three of them looked so different from the boys she remembered and yet she could have picked Julian out in a crowd.
    There’d just always been something different about him. Something uniquely Jules.
    She gave him a little wave.
    But instead of waving back, he turned his face and studied her father’s running magazine on the end table.
    “Ignore him, he’s still just a freak,” Christian said with a roll of his eyes.
    She frowned. Feeling that weird need to defend him, which was ridiculous. Julian was no longer a little boy and she was no longer his sister.
    They were all pretty much strangers now.
    “He’s not a freak,” she said anyway.
    Roman scratched the side of his jaw. “Yeah, and how would you know? Not like you’ve been around for a few years.”
    “Ouch. That was mean.” She crossed her arms. “When did you become such a jerk, Rome?”
    Christian shrugged. “He doesn’t mean it, Lisa.”
    Roman rolled his eyes again.
    Clearly things hadn’t been good since the Wrights had left Sunny Cove. She glanced back at Jules. He still wouldn’t look at her.
    Mrs. Wright came out of the kitchen. “Okay guys, we gotta get the bags moved out of the car. You look so gorgeous, Elisa. As tall as your father.” She hugged Elisa and then kissed her cheek.
    It was weird how much a scent could ingrain itself into a person’s brain. How even after years of not smelling Mrs. Wright’s perfume of lavender and verbena, suddenly the smell of it transported Elisa back years.
    Memories of