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Jonah sat next to her on the blanket.

A gentle breeze stirred her hair, and she tucked the loose strands behind her ear. She pulled some snacks out of her backpack.

His voice was soft as he said, “I never look at a piece of licorice without thinking about you. Still your favorite candy?”

“Still my favorite candy,” Shay answered as her heart squeezed painfully.

She didn’t want him remembering her favorite candy and being nice to her. Arrogant, selfish, materialistic Jonah she could handle. She could even manage bitter and sarcastic Jonah. Kind and thoughtful Jonah was too much like Old Jonah.

And Old Jonah, she reminded herself, was dangerous.