Chapter 7

But it was too late. Amanda was already inside, the screen door slapping shut behind her. Marlene sat back in her chair and studied Tara over the top of her own drink, a satisfied smile toying with the corners of her mouth. “God, look at you,” she said finally with a sigh. “All grown up. You look just like your mother, you know that? Very pretty, too. So tell me, anyone special in your life? Or did you come here hoping to find a summer romance?”

“Mom!” Amanda kicked open the screen door, two slushy drinks in her hands. She handed one to Tara and kept the other for herself. “What’d I tell you? No playing matchmaker while she’s here.”

Aunt Marlene started, “I’m just asking—”

“Well, don’t,” Amanda snapped, taking her seat again. “Tara doesn’t want to be set up with any of your charity cases.”