Page 16 of The Dangers of Daydreaming (Love Connections #2)

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Finn

I got as far as powering on my laptop, opening the webpage, and logging in before the familiar mix of unnamed emotions flooded me, and I decided this could wait. They hadn’t officially decided to close the farm and business. No need to do anything drastic.

Besides, planning ahead didn’t usually pan out for me. Like when Pops had planned that big campout with some of my friends for my fifteenth birthday, and we’d gotten rained out. When I’d concocted all those great ways to get Lucy to like me in junior high, and instead she’d hated my guts.

Or when I’d planned to go to Disneyworld for fall break in eighth grade, and had spent hours making small talk with a social worker instead.

Nope. Plans weren’t my friends. So, I would make this decision when it was a present issue, not a future one.

I slammed the computer shut. What was Lucy doing? We had an outing with the tour group that afternoon, but it had nothing to do with Anne of Green Gables , so she might not come. And there wasn’t enough time between now and then to make up another location to visit.

Agh. I needed her, though. Something to pull my mind from that stupid, tight feeling in my chest that had me glancing back at the laptop with guilt, or my phone for news of Pops.

He was out of the woods following the surgery, and though they wanted to keep him another few days, they ’d transfer him over to a short-term care facility for some PT before he came home.

So, in the meantime, Gram might come back and stay in a place with a mattress more than two inches thick.

That was good. I was worried about her sleeping on those uncomfortable pull-out couches at the hospital.

But what if half of why she was coming back was to get a better look at future bookings and talk more about selling the B I’d always had music playing in the background when I was doing my schoolwork or driving for tours.

Even if it was just a low hum in the background, I preferred it to the silence.

If Lucy’s imagination was the same as it had been in school, she probably never had silence in her head, so she didn’t need the added noise.

My hands constricted on the steering wheel as I tried to keep my tongue in check. Since I had promised not to distract her, I was flooded with things I wanted to say. Updates on my grandpa, tidbits about locations we were passing, just life between now and junior high.

“I hadn’t considered including filming locations in the tour, but I love the idea.

Besides the lighthouse, what other options do you know of?

I’m thinking of having a bonus tour—kind of an addendum to the main literary tour, for the true fanatics.

It’s a great idea because it fits several other books as well.

The Jane Austen novels all have several adaptations… Sherlock Holmes , Little Women …”

I glanced over at her. Her big, brown eyes caught mine, and excitement sparkled in their depths. I loved seeing her like that—thrilled with her work and her plans.