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his writer buddies, and fawning literary groupies.
    Not that she was keeping track.
    â€œHe brought some new girlfriend with him,” Summer continued. “Sweet. Young. Thinks my dad’s bullshit is ‘an artistic temperament.’ The usual.”
    Emily laughed, and for the first time since the plane crash, Summer felt normal. “Bless her heart.”
    â€œI’ve never even met her, but she’s already sending me journals and telling me I should write poetry like my father.”
    â€œJust like all your English professors,” Emily said. “The Benson name didn’t hurt your GPA.”
    Summer nodded. “That and a made-up dead grandmother will get you a C in comp lit.”
    Emily shook her head. “Shameless.”
    â€œYou’re the one who whipped up the fake death certificate on Photoshop.”
    Emily grinned at the memory. “Masterful work, if I do say so myself.” She cleaned up the last of the puddle and settled back into her chair with an expectant look. “Well, where’s Captain Hunky?”
    Summer hesitated.
    â€œI saw him on
Good Morning America
. Well, I didn’t see him, but my mother did.” Emily rolled her eyes. “She sent me the video clip, and she wants me to give you the following message: ‘He gives my ladybits turbulence.’”
    Summer burst out laughing. “I love your mom.”
    â€œAnd she loves you.” Even though Georgia, Emily’s mother, had divorced Summer’s father years ago, they still considered themselves family. “So, where is he? I assumed he’d be here, dabbing your fevered brow.”
    â€œI believe you have Captain Hunky confused with a Brontë book hero,” Summer said.
    â€œDon’t play coy with me.” Emily braced her elbows on the armrests and leaned forward. “Did he propose yet? I need all the juicy details.”
    â€œWell . . .”
    â€œThe TV anchors asked him if he had a girlfriend, but he was very discreet.”
    â€œI bet he was.” It took Summer a few seconds to work up the nerve to say the words. “He didn’t propose. He . . . left.”
    Emily frowned. “Like to go make more media appearances?”
    â€œLike to go find someone else. Someone he actually loves. Someone who’s, quote-unquote, ‘marriage material.’”
    She summarized the breakup to Emily, whose expression cycled from scandalized disbelief to murderous rage and back again.
    â€œJust so we’re clear.” Emily rummaged through her handbag. “He actually said the words, ‘I love you but I don’t love you enough’?”
    Summer flinched. “Sounds worse every time I hear it.”
    â€œWhen did all this happen?”
    â€œApproximately two minutes before you got here.”
    â€œI will kill him.” Emily redoubled her search efforts in her bag. “
Kill him.
Damn it, TSA took away my nail file.” She reached over and squeezed Summer’s hand, her eyes brimming with sympathy. “Oh, honey, I—”
    â€œDo not.” Summer snatched her hand away. “Do not look at me; do not touch me; do not speak to me in that tone of voice.”
    â€œBut you—”
    â€œI’m fine. I’m the strongest woman he knows. I’m easy to walk away from because I’m all scrappy and shit.”
    Emily’s jaw dropped. “Is that what he said?”
    â€œI’m paraphrasing. But it’s okay because, you know, he’s right. I’m not marriage material. I have strict rules against it, in fact.” Summer straightened the sheets. “This was bound to happen sooner or later. The poor man realized I was out of his league and decided to go back to playing JV. It’s fine.”
    â€œIt’s
not
fine.” Emily was practically frothing at the mouth. “He can’t break up with you while you’re in the hospital recovering from all