The bonfire roared. Sparks flew up into the black sky, mixing with music and shouting. The people of Ashford Cove partied — laughter, cups clinking, bodies pressed close in the heat. Jake was standing at a spot with his drink in his hand, watching summer school students kiss and do naughty stuff in the shadows past the light. He wasn’t really watching. Just killing time. Then Sarah made her way through the crowd, carrying a tray of drinks. She moved quickly, dodging people. Jake’s eyes caught on her bare wrist. Where’s your jewelry? He asked, stepping in front of her before she could pass. Sarah froze. “Not your business,” she said, trying to move past him. Her sleeve was pushed up. No gloves. No bracelet. Skin bare. “You always wear it in class, even under the hot weather,” Jake said, tilting his head. “And now you aren’t wearing it. So I’m trying to put two and two together.” Sarah stopped and looked at him with a pissed-off face. “Walk away, Jake,” she said, voice low. “Nah,
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