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crooked grin. “They’re definitely incredible.”
    Could he be any cuter? I practically float over to the couch. “Which episode do you want to watch?” We’ve both seen every episode of Pastry Wars ever made, which is one of the things that first helped us get to know each other. If we hadn’t had that icebreaker, I probably would have been too scared to talk to him.
    â€œWhichever one you want, Booger Crap.” He flashes a smile as I roll my eyes at the goofy fake swear turned nickname. “It doesn’t really matter as long as we get to watch it together.”
    My heart starts flopping in my chest like a fish. When he says things like that, I have no doubt that he really likes me. Even if he hasn’t called me his girlfriend yet, he must think of me that way. As far as I know, he’s not hanging out with any other girls.
    I wish I could ask him about it, but I think my tongue would turn black and fall out if I even tried. So, instead, I turn on the first episode I find and tell myself to calm down.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” Evan says after a minute.
    â€œHuh?” I realize that instead of looking at the TV, I’ve been staring at his profile. Honestly, sometimes I think my body and my brain aren’t even connected.
    â€œAre you okay?”
    â€œYeah…I was…” Do it , a little voice in the back of my brain says, one that sounds suspiciously like my best friend, Marisol. Just ask him if he thinks of you as his girlfriend. At least then you’ll know. Maybe my internal Marisol is right, and I do need to come out and ask him. I open my mouth, excited and terrified at the idea that I might actually manage to spit out the words, when—
    Riiing !
    I jump at the sound of the house phone. As I rush over to pick it up, I wonder if it’s a sign that asking Evan about our relationship is a bad idea. Maybe it would scare him away.
    â€œHello?”
    â€œHi, Rachel,” a woman’s voice says on the other end. “It’s Linda Montelle.”
    â€œOh, hi. My mom’s not home right now, but you can try her cell phone if you need—”
    â€œActually, you’re the one I was looking for. I was hoping you could help me. I was planning to take Caitlin’s necklace in to the jeweler to be fixed. You know, the one you and I were talking about yesterday? But I can’t seem to find it.”
    â€œI’m pretty sure I put it back in her jewelry box.”
    â€œI thought so, too,” she says. “Maybe it fell behind the dresser. Sometimes, I think we must have fairies living in this house!” She lets out a light laugh. “Anyway, I thought I’d check with you first before I started moving furniture around.”
    My brain is spinning. I did put the necklace back right where I found it, didn’t I? “I can help you look for it when we’re there next week, if you want,” I offer.
    â€œThat’s all right. In fact, I forgot to tell your mom that I’ll be out of town next weekend so you two don’t have to worry about stopping by. I’ll be in touch with her to set up another time, okay?”
    â€œOh. Okay, I’ll let her know.”
    I slowly put the phone down after she’s hung up, still racking my brain. I swear I put the necklace right back in the box. Unless there was an earthquake last night—one that only hit underneath Caitlin’s house—I don’t know how it could have fallen out.
    Ms. Montelle was acting like it wasn’t a big deal, but what if her suddenly not wanting us to come by next week means that she blames me for the necklace going missing? No way. I’m being a paranoid panther. Ms. Montelle has been our most loyal client from the beginning. Her canceling on us next week is just a coincidence. It has to be.

Chapter 4
    When I was younger, Mom would ship me off to camp for the summer where I’d be forced to weave ugly, lopsided