Page 68 of Get Over It, April Evans

April straightened up suddenly, still laughing a little as she dug her phone out of her pocket. Sasha and Daphne collected themselves as April tapped at her screen.

“Ramona wants us to meet her and Dylan for some pie in town,” April said.

“God yeah,” Sasha said.

Daphne nodded, meeting April’s gaze. They felt frozen for asecond, teetering on the very edge of that rabbit hole. But then April broke the spell, clapping her hands three times.

“All right, let’s go,” she said, picking up her cup and the torch, then started along the trail that would lead them back to Cloverwild without another glance at Daphne. Daphne took a deep, shaky breath and followed.

Chapter

Fifteen

Clover Moon Caféwas packed.

It usually was during the summer, even at ten thirty at night, so April wasn’t surprised to find the dining room filled with both locals and summer people, all of them desperate for chocolate malts and the café’s famous honey whiskey pie.

April had driven the three of them into town, focusing on the hilly roads, her hands dutifully clutching the steering wheel at ten and two, trying not to think about Daphne’s exposed thighright therein the passenger seat, her dress hiked up just above her knee.

April needed pie.

She needed pie and chocolate, and she needed to freak out with her best friend, though how exactly she was going to do all of that with Dylan, Sasha, and the object of her freak-out surrounding them, she wasn’t sure. She’d figure it out. Steal away into the bathroom. Something.

Because Sasha was right—whatever April had expected from their kissing adventure in the woods, it certainly hadn’t beenthat.

The sounds Daphne had made.

Her soft mouth, the way she’d held April’s face.

April’s hand on Daphne’s delicate throat.

Fuck, shereallyneeded pie.

Once inside, April wove through the crowded tables to reach Dylan and Ramona’s corner booth near the back, Sasha and Daphne trailing behind her.

“You need to do it sooner rather than later, babe,” Dylan was saying as they approached. Her back was to April, and she had her arm slung around Ramona’s shoulders. “Before it leaks. You know how these things go. Best-laid plans.”

Ramona leaned into her. “I know. But it wasn’t the right time earlier, and I—” She froze as her gaze shifted and landed on April. “Hey! You’re here!”

Her voice was too bright, her smile wide and showing off all her teeth.

“I am,” April said, plopping down on the other side of the booth, then scooting all the way toward the wall. “What are these best-laid plans?”

Ramona opened her mouth, but then focused on April’s companions. “Daphne. Sasha. Hi.”

“Hi,” Daphne said, waving as she slid in next to April, followed by Sasha, creating a tight squeeze in the booth. The aforementioned bare thigh pressed against the thin fabric covering April’s own leg. She held her breath for a second, picked up the menu she knew by heart just to focus on something else.

Daphne shifted, her woodsy vanilla scent wafting over April. She nearly passed out right there.

Sugar. She needed sugar.

She cleared her throat as Ramona introduced Sasha and Daphne to Dylan, glad when neither of them fawned or preened in front of the star. Daphne was especially cute, her cheeks going predictably pink and her shoulders curling inward a little, a shyness that April somehow wanted to protect.

“I need pie,” April announced, flipping the plastic menu infront of her face again. “And a shake. Preferably with peanut butter and Oreos. Oh, and dark sour cherries.”

“That sounds disgusting,” Sasha said.

“That sounds like magic,” Daphne said, her eyes bright as she scanned the menu herself.