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Sandy Cove is considered part of the U.S., isn’t it?"
    "Last I heard," Pres said.
    "Research? Well, I’m surprised. But I’m not about to turn down any offers of help," I said. "I’m going to the Town Hall this afternoon , if you want to come."
    "I’ve got baseball practice after school all week," said Josh. "How about Saturday? We could go to the library."
    "Good idea."
    "Great ." Josh guided me through the front door of the school with his hand on my back. "It’s a date. Well, I have to go. Got to see Coach." He waved as he dashed down the hall toward the gym.
    Pres and Celeste went to their lockers and I stopped off in the restroom. Alicia Johnson was at the first sink, combing her long black hair, which hung in graceful curves down her back.
    "Hi, Rebecca." Alicia’s big gray eyes glowed. "I was in the hall this morning. Did I hear right? Do you really have a date with Josh Sullivan?"
    "Date? Who? Josh and me? Oh!" I laughed. "The only ‘date’ we have is to do some research at the library."
    " That’s disappointing," Alicia said, looking not the least bit disappointed. "But then, you’re saving your heart for Mr. Perfect, aren’t you? That certainly isn’t Josh."
    "What do you mean by that?" I bristled. No one was going to insult Josh to me.
    Alicia eyes opened wide. "I didn’t mean there was anything wrong with Josh. I’ve put my foot in my mouth, as usual. It’s just that, well Josh is real nice, and good-looking, but—I’m not saying this right. I just meant he didn’t strike me as your kind of guy. I’m sorry if it came out all wrong."
    I calmed down. "That’s okay, Alicia. I think I know what you mean. Josh is like a brother to me." I felt myself turning red and hot. "He’s not my dream guy. For one thing, he doesn’t take things as seriously as I do. But he’s a really nice person."
    "I know," Alicia said, her black hair now as shiny as glass. "Well, I’ve got to go. Sorry if I got things all mixed up."
    "Sure ." I gave my hair a quick brush and hurried off to homeroom.
    I shook my head as I slid into my seat. So Alicia thought I was going out with Josh. Well, one day, soon I hoped, she would see who really had my heart.
    I doodled on the inside back cover of my notebook. I drew a heart, and in tiny letters only I could read I wrote R.C. + P.N.
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
    After school I rushed to the Town Hall, where I headed straight for the Historical Society room and buried myself in books and newspaper clippings of history about Sandy Cove that would never be found on the internet. Lost in the stories of earlier centuries, I didn’t even realize what time it was until Mrs. Gluck, on duty that day, cleared her throat and announced that it was after five o’clock.
    "Oh, I’m sorry to keep you here so long, Mrs. Gluck. I just got caught up in Sandy Cove’s history."
    "That’s all right." Mrs. Gluck patted my arm. "I stay this late anyway." She turned and pulled a blue booklet off a shelf. "Here. You might be interested in this."
    I scanned the cover. Under a drawing of a sailboat was the title: 350 Years—Sandy Cove .
    "It’s a compilation of local history, along with some personal remembrances by various residents," Mrs. Gluck said. "Thanks to the generosity of the advertisers, they’re free if you’d like one."
    "Oh, yes. Thanks." I added the booklet to my pile of books.
    "You’re most welcome," said Mrs. Gluck. "Come again any time."
    "I definitely will." I put on my jacket. "Thanks again."
    Since it was too late to catch a ride with Mom, I walked home, so excited I barely noted the haze of green gracing the trees. There was so much to discover about Sandy Cove’s past that it was difficult to pay attention to the present. The early settlers, the Revolutionary War, the first inn, the first school, the old sailing days, there was so much to research.
    I whizzed around the corner so wrapped up in local history that I didn’t see the tall dark figure until I smacked into him.