Probably.”I moved closer and leaned into him. After a moment he put his arm around my shoulder. And we just stayed like that, not talking, the rest of the way to the airport.

I was Juliet and Quinn was Romeo, and the lines weren’t dead black-and-white words on a page but somehow alive, as natural and real as the argument we’d had about the spider and the fly....

I can’t today,” I said. “Maybe tomorrow?””Can’t tomorrow,” said Quinn. “I have a family thing. I guess we’re logistically star-crossed, Juliet.”Sometimes Quinn calls me Juliet because of how we had to do that scene together,...

I promise,” I said.And then he leaned down and kissed me. And this time it wasn’t Romeo kissing Juliet. It was Quinn kissing Delia. And that was even better.

That was Hunter,’ said Quinn as his father’s footsteps faded away.’I figured. Since he said to call him Hunter and everything.