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  I stepped toward him. "I'm sorry. I just ..." Jumped to conclusions. Big surprise. "I'm sorry."

  He turned back and ran his hand through his hair. "Yeah, well, I know it looked bad. It is bad. I definitely don't want her living like this. The school thinks I'm seventeen, with my birthday early next year, so at worst, we'd have to wait that long."

  I didn't know what to say to that. It was like when he admitted why he pretended to smoke--his honesty threw me. This time, though, he didn't seem to be trying to win points, which threw me all the more.

  He was trusting me with things I hadn't earned his trust for, which only made me realize he didn't have anyone he could trust with stuff like that, not in Salmon Creek, and I felt bad for him, which I was sure he wouldn't want....

  "I meant what I said," I said finally, "about spending time with Annie. Not in town obviously, but maybe we can go for a walk or whatever. She said she likes the forest. I could show her stuff."

  "She'd like that." He looked over at me. "Thanks."

  My cheeks heated. I looked away and mumbled, "Sure." Then I asked, "Are you coming to the party tomorrow?" because it was, at the moment, the only change of subject I could come up with.

  "Daniel's party?" Rafe looked confused, as if he couldn't imagine why I'd think he was going to the party of a guy who obviously didn't like him.

  "Well, it's at Daniel's place, but it's really--"

  "Your birthday party. I know." He kept giving me that look, and I didn't blame him--I was as unlikely to invite him as Daniel was.

  "Everyone goes," I said. "The whole class."

  "Yeah, I know. Hayley asked if I was going, but I kind of figured that didn't exactly count as an invitation. Unless I went with her, which I'd really rather not."

  I had to laugh at his expression. "Don't blame you. But you can now consider yourself officially invited by the birthday girl. It's an easier way to meet people than hanging out at the smoking pit. Healthier, too."

  That got a smile from him. Not that lazy grin I'd seen so often, but something as different from his usual self as that ice-cold anger I'd seen him show to Sam and, later, to me. A crooked smile. Hesitant. Not quite shy, but close enough to do more to my insides than that sexy one he tossed around so casually. When I felt that, I felt a faint pang of panic, too--something in my gut that said falling for Rafe Martinez was a bad idea. When he said, "I'll see," in a tone that said he wasn't likely to show up, I was relieved.

  "It depends on Annie," he said. "It's Saturday, so she'll expect me to stick around."

  "Understandable," I said. "Have a good weekend, then, and I'll see you Monday."

  I hurried off before he could reply.

  TEN

  "SO, NO TATTOO YET," I said as I sat on the rock, legs dangling over the edge. "Mom wants to take me to Vancouver for the weekend but ..."

  That was our plan. I don't want to do it without you.

  I couldn't say that, not even sitting here alone, talking to the lake, pretending Serena was still here, still swimming, still singing, forever swimming and singing.

  I hardly ever came to the lake anymore. When I did, it was to talk to her, which seems weird, since this is the place she died. But it was the place she loved best, too, and if I sat very still and closed my eyes, I could hear her laughing, hear her singing.

  Her voice haunted this place even more than her memory, and usually I couldn't take the reminder. But this was a special day, my sixteenth birthday, when we should have been in Vancouver, getting tattoos and bugging my mom to let us drive the car, then sneaking out at night to flirt with college guys.

  "Mom still feels bad about what happened at the tattoo place," I said. "I wish she wouldn't. I just want to forget it." I hugged my knees to my chest. "That's weird, isn't it? That it's bugging me. Since when do I care what other people think? I do, I guess. But you always knew that."

  I shifted again, the rock cold under me. "It's like this splinter that won't come out, and I keep picking at it and it only gets worse. Then there are the dreams. I had them last night again. I don't want to tell Mom and Dad, because they'll hike me back to Dr. Fodor, and he'll say it's post-traumatic stress, that seeing Daniel with that cougar brought it on again. What's the point of talking to a therapist if I know what he'll say?"

  I caught a faint whiff of smoke on the breeze. Campers? I'd have to mention that to Dad so he could find and warn them.

  The distraction helped and I stretched out again, reclining on the rock as the sun reappeared.

  "I got my birthday presents this morning," I continued. "Mom did a blueprint for a tree house for Fitz." I smiled, imagining her laugh. "Seriously. It's got this set of ramps, so he can climb up, then walk down. Only problem will be building it. We'll need to wait for Walter to come back next spring." Walter was Dad's seasonal helper and the town carpenter.

  "Dad's taking me into town this week to get my learner's permit. He says he's due for a new Jeep next year, so when I get my novice, he's going to buy the old one from the St. Clouds, which means I'll be able to drive Daniel to school. He'll love that, won't he?"

  I laughed, but it trailed off into silence. After a moment, I said, "He's doing well. Daniel. He got back on track--" Faster than I did, I was going to say, then realized that didn't sound good. Serena wouldn't want him moping around, but she wouldn't want to think he'd forgotten her already, so I said, "He's still not dating. I think he should try but ..." I shrugged. "He will when he's ready."

  I flipped onto my stomach and looked down at the still water. "Speaking of Daniel and my birthday, he's up to something. I texted him this morning, asking if he wanted me to come over and help get the place ready, and he said no, it was under control." I imagined her answer and laughed. "Yeah, definitely up to something if he's turning down cleaning help. Better not be pranking me, because he knows I'll give as good as I get and--"

  "Maya?"

  I scrambled up as a figure appeared at the edge of the woods. Nicole. I waved and she stepped through into the clearing, gym bag slung over her arm.

  "Please don't tell me you're going swimming today," I said.

  She blushed. "I know, I practice too much."

  "Um, no. I mean swimming ... in a lake ... in October."

  "It's not that cold. And the pool we're going to next month is always freezing, so I thought it'd be good for me. But now that you mention it ..." She gazed out over the lake and shivered.

  "Uh-huh," I said, and we both laughed.

  "I heard you talking," she said as she came closer. "Who's up there--?"

  She stopped as she realized I was alone. Then she looked at the lake and her cheeks colored. "Oh. I-I'm sorry. I'll just, um ... I'll see you tonight."

  "Hold up," I said as I scrambled off the rock. "I was just leaving. My mom will have lunch ready soon. Join us. There's always lots."

  I caught up and we walked in awkward silence for a minute before she said, "Daniel asked me to the party this morning."

  When I glanced over, she blushed again. "I mean, obviously, I was invited. But he called to make sure I was coming, and I thought maybe he wanted help, but he said he was with the guys today, so I thought, you know, he was just making sure or something." Another bright flush. "It probably doesn't mean anything, but it was nice."

  I nodded. "He said he might ask you."

  Her face glowed, and I felt a little guilty. Mom says I shouldn't play matchmaker. If it's going to happen, it's going to happen. But if I can help make things happen--whether it's getting a couple together or organizing a fund-raiser or being captain of the track team--then I don't see the point in sitting back and doing nothing.

  I thought Nicole would be a good fit for Daniel. Not a love-of-his-life match, but someone who could help him get back into dating, someone who really liked him and would be happy just to hang out with him, take things at his pace, understand if it didn't work out.

  "I hear you invited someone, too," she said.

  "Huh?"

  She g
rinned and elbowed me. "Forgotten already? I met Rafe in the store last night and asked if he was going tonight, and he said that you invited him."

  I opened my mouth to say it wasn't like that, then shut it. If Rafe said I invited him, then he wasn't lying. No more than I'd been when I said Daniel had considered asking Nicole. It just wasn't the way it sounded.

  "I told Daniel about it when he called," Nicole said. "I was just going to razz him about it, but he seemed surprised."

  That was putting it mildly, I was sure. I should have mentioned it--I just hadn't figured Rafe would take me up on the offer. He probably still wouldn't, but I should have told Daniel anyway.

  "Daniel's fine with it," she continued. "You know how he is. If you're cool with it, he is, too." She kicked a tree branch off the path. "Anyway, Rafe's not so bad. Hayley doesn't think so anyway. She--Oh."

  When she hesitated, I said, "What is it?"

  "Just, well, if you're going with Rafe, and Hayley finds out I knew about it ..." A deep breath. "I'll have to tell her. She'll be really mad if I don't." Another pause. "And she'll be really mad if I say you invited him."

  "Which has nothing to do with you."

  "I know but ... maybe I just won't tell her."

  Fair or not, Hayley would take it out on Nicole. If any of the kids had a problem with small town life, it was Hayley. You can't be a convincing mean girl without an entourage. Stuck with a meager selection, she'd decided to convert Nicole. I hated how she treated her--best friends one day, ordering her around the next. Nicole didn't seem to like it either, but with Serena gone, I guess she'd decided Hayley would have to do, since I didn't seem to be interested.

  I looked out at the lake. I could use a girlfriend. A real one I could talk to, not just someone to hang out with. How could I push Daniel to replace Serena in his life when I wasn't ready to?

  When would I be ready to?

  I didn't know. Just not yet.

  Nicole came to my place for lunch, then we hung out, but it was awkward. I was used to being with her as part of a group, and it wasn't long before she "remembered" a singing lesson, and I spent the rest of the afternoon with my animals.

  When Dad took me to the party that evening, I still hadn't shaken my mood. If anything, it'd gotten worse. I couldn't stop thinking about Serena. Couldn't stop thinking this was my second birthday without her. The first party, though. She'd died at the end of August and even by October, I hadn't been ready for a party without her. Now I realized I still wasn't.

  We were halfway down the wooded road to Daniel's place when Dad pulled over to the side.

  "You don't look like a girl heading to her sixteenth birthday party," he said.

  "It'll pass. I'm just ..."

  "Serena?"

  I nodded. My eyes filled and I pushed my palms against them. "Great. I knew I should have bought the waterproof mascara."

  Dad pressed a tissue into my hand. I carefully wiped my eyes, then flipped down the visor mirror.

  "You look beautiful," he said.

  "You're parentally obligated to say that."

  "True."

  I made a face at him, then adjusted my seat belt, and said, "Carry on, Jeeves."

  "Jeeves is a valet, not a chauffeur."

  "We can't afford both, so you're stuck with double duty."

  He stopped in front of the house. The windows were dark.

  "Oh, please," I said. "Not the surprise party thing again."

  "Better work on your surprised face."

  I opened the door. "No final words of warning?"

  "I trust you."

  I sighed. "That'll be my epitaph someday. So trustworthy. So honest. So boring."

  I headed up the walk. Like all the houses in Salmon Creek, the Bianchi home is owned by the St. Clouds. This one is two stories with four bedrooms, one for Daniel's parents and one for each child. No matter what your job is, your house is just big enough to fit your family comfortably. They're all nice, though, not cookie-cutter military base houses. The Bianchi place is modern Victorian, with gabled windows and a big front porch that cries out for a swing. Yet there's no swing. Never has been.

  The front door was locked. All part of the show, given that I knew where the key was. I unlocked it and let myself in.

  "Oh my, no one's here," I called. "Could I have the wrong day? Maybe they all went someplace else to party without me."

  Silence. I walked into the living room. When no one jumped out and yelled "surprise!" I started to get concerned. I wandered through the empty, silent house, finally ending up in the dining room where brightly wrapped gifts were piled on the table.

  "Okay, guys, so where are you?"

  I noticed something on top of the pile. A papaya. I groaned. That was my classmates' old nickname for me. Maya Papaya. Original, I know.

  There was an arrow carved in the papaya, pointing to the screen door.

  "Follow the papayas," I muttered, shaking my head. "Guys, guys, guys ..."

  I headed for the door.

  ELEVEN

  I FOUND ANOTHER PAPAYA in the middle of the yard, pointing to the path leading into the forest. As I walked, I alternated between looking for papayas on the ground and for classmates overhead. Given how many times I'd jumped out of trees or off rocks and scared the crap out of my friends, I figured payback might be coming.

  But there was no sign of anyone--just papayas, a half dozen of them leading me along the path. Then I stepped out into the clearing at the base of a rock face that rose fifty feet in the air. I'd seen this particular cliff many times, but today it was different. Today it had toeholds and cuts carved out and stone protrusions drilled on. A belay and pulley hung from the top.

  "Oh my God," I whispered.

  "Happy birthday, Maya," a voice said behind me.

  I turned as Daniel stepped from the trees.

  "You like?" he said.

  I ran over and threw my arms around his neck.

  "I think that's a yes," Corey said, off to my left.

  "Hey, we helped, too."

  That was Brendan Hajek, the veterinarian's son, who'd become captain of the track team after I'd bowed out last year. He was Daniel's height and slender with light brown hair worn to his shoulders, usually tied back, like it was today. There'd been a time when he'd ask me to school dances, and whenever he did, I was really tempted to say yes despite my rule against dating town boys. Brendan was quiet and sweet, and between track and a love of animals we had a lot in common. But I had my "summer boy" rule for a reason--I wouldn't risk my friendships by dating my friends. Eventually, he'd stopped asking. Now he was dating a girl a few towns over.

  I gave both Corey and Brendan a hug, which I think shocked the hell out of them, but neither complained. The others streamed out of the forest. Even Hayley had come with her younger sister, Brooke, and Brooke's boyfriend. Like I said, Hayley and I don't get along. I like Brooke, though. It's not her fault her sister is a bitch.

  I said a quick hello to everyone, then hurried to the climbing wall and stared up, barely resisting the urge to start jumping up and down, screaming like a game show winner.

  "You always said this rock face would be perfect for climbing," Daniel said as he walked up behind me.

  "If only it had more cracks and crevices," I said.

  "And now it does."

  I grinned up at him until Nicole grabbed my arm and said, "Come and try it out."

  As she pulled me away, I glanced back at Daniel. "How long did it take to build?"

  "Too long," Brendan said. "And we weren't even around for most of it."

  "We've been at it since six this morning, finishing up," Corey said. "So we'd really appreciate it if you girls could grab us some cold beers ..."

  "Are you going to show us how it's done, Maya?" Brooke said. "I'll never make it all the way up, but I'd love to try. I'm sure Hayley would, too."

  "Um, no," Hayley said. She turned to me. "I can't believe you still do stuff like this. Are you ever going to grow up?"
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  "I still do it," Corey said.

  "Because you're a guy. Girls don't climb walls. Not real girls, anyway. Just tomboys whose closets are filled with tank tops and jeans and sneakers. Who still consider braids and ponytails high fashion. Who wouldn't know how to apply makeup on a dare."

  "Knock it off, Hayley," Daniel said.

  I was wearing makeup. Just not a lot. I had my hair down, too, and although I was wearing jeans, they were my fancy ones, paired with a new fitted tee and ankle boots. It might have been the T-shirt slogan that she objected to--BRUNETTE IS THE NEW BLONDE--but I didn't buy it to set her off.

  "Am I the only one around here who thinks Maya has a hidden Y chromosome?" Hayley said.

  "If she does, she's hiding it pretty good," Corey said, giving me a lascivious once-over.

  Hayley scowled at me and opened her mouth to say something else. Daniel started to cut her off, but Corey beat him to it.

  "Lessons later," he said. "First, we need to see if this girl is as good a climber as she thinks she is. Challenge time. A race to the top. Maya versus anyone who dares take her on."

  "That'll be a short list," I said.

  Corey grinned. "Not when they hear the prize." He turned to the others. "Anyone who beats our Sweet Sixteen gets to kiss her. The lineup forms behind me."

  Brendan got behind him. Daniel grinned at me and joined. The other guys filed in.

  "Oh my God," I said. "What are you guys? Twelve?"

  "No," Brendan said. "Just really, really immature."

  "In other words, typical guys," said a voice.

  Sam stepped out from behind Hayley and Brooke and cut in line behind Daniel.

  "I'll skip the kiss," she said. "But as the designated bad girl, I can't resist the urge to show up the good girl."

  "So what do I get when I beat everyone?" I said.

  "When?" Corey shook his head. "Do you need a wide-load sign for transporting that ego? Fine. Beat all of us and I'll kiss you."

  "Speaking of egos ..."

  "Beat us and we'll install more holds over there." Daniel pointed to a tougher and higher section of the rock face ten feet down, then looked at me. "How's that?"

  I smiled. "Game on."

  Nicole and Brooke took the path up to the top, so they could referee. Hayley stayed at the bottom.

  Between the natural crevices and bumps, and the newly installed ones, there were more than enough for two people to climb side by side.