Cipher

“Well, someone is going to need you in the future, and I know you’ll help them like you did Ashlyn. By the way, even from Heaven, she’s not going to forget about your promise to her.”

“Promise?”

“She talked to her mom. You need to talk to that boy.”

Summer dropped onto the foot of her bed and stared at the spot on the wall where the paint was flaking. “I kill people. I can’t have a boyfriend.”

Gabriella sat next to her. “Don’t be ridiculous. You don’t kill people; you help people. Ciphers are perfectly capable of having good relationships. Your mom had your dad.”

“My dad lost his wife.”

Gabriella sighed, wrapped her arms around Summer in a side hug, and kissed the top of her head. “I’ll visit you later, when you’ve had a little time to recover. But you really should keep your promise. You owe it to Ashlyn. You’d hate to have any unresolved business, wouldn’t you?”

“Nothing personal. You seem like a lovely person-angel-thing and all, I’d just rather you not visit for a really long time.”

“You might find you miss me when I’m gone. And at least next time it won’t be so hard because you’ll have experience under your belt.” Gabriella stood and smoothed her hand down her skirt. “One last thing. Your mom wants me to tell you that she’s proud of you and she misses you. Then she wanted me to add one last thing.” Gabriella tapped her lip. “Let’s see, the exact wording was, ‘Be good. You’re awesome. I love you.’”

Just when Summer didn’t think she had any more tears left, fresh tears filled her eyes. “Tell her I love her back. And that I miss her like crazy.”

“It’ll be nice to deliver a message like that for a change,” Gabriella said. “Goodbye, Summer Dear.”

“Goodbye, Gabriella. I’m sorry that I yelled at you earlier, and just… Thanks for all your help.”

Now Gabriella looked like she was going to cry. As always, her outline glittered for a few seconds before she disappeared.

A growl rumbled through Summer’s stomach. Seeing people’s deaths always zapped her of her energy. The last thing she felt like doing was eating, but she knew how sick she’d get if she didn’t. So she dragged herself downstairs to the kitchen to see what they had to eat.

She found a twenty stuck to the fridge with a note from dad.

Order yourself dinner. There’s a new package of Oreos in the pantry. Call if you need anything.

Love you, kid

Dad

After the school had called and informed him Summer wasn’t in class, Dad had called her cell. When she had trouble completing a sentence, Troy took over and filled him in on all that’d happened. He’d offered to skip his meeting in LA and come home early. Summer knew he’d been prepping for the meeting for weeks, though, so she assured him she’d be fine.

Now she wished he was here.

On autopilot, she picked up the phone and ordered a pizza. Needing a distraction, she headed to the living room and turned on the television. Already Summer was dreading the nightmares that came after a vision— especially since they’d involve her best friend’s death. In honor of Ashlyn, Summer had ordered a liter of Diet Coke to go with her pizza. Hopefully the caffeine would help keep her awake as well.

Ten minutes into a show she couldn’t focus on, the doorbell rang. “That was fast.” Summer grabbed the twenty off the coffee table and headed to the front door.

When she swung the door open, Troy stood in place of her pizza. “I came to keep you company,” he said. She wanted to hug him for knowing she needed someone, but she wasn’t sure she’d ever let go if she did.

“Come on in,” Summer said, stepping aside to let him in. “Pizza should be here soon.”

As soon as they were seated on the couch, the deal she made with Ashlyn kept going through her head. It seemed like such a weird time to tell him she was crazy about him, but guilt gnawed at her, pushing her to keep her promise.

“Summer,” Troy said before she could start her speech about her feelings. “Why did you keep saying that you hate your job? And how did you know that Ashlyn was going to die in the ambulance?”

If she told him that first, there was no way she could follow it up with how she felt about him. “We’ll get into all that in a minute. First, I have to keep a promise I made to Ashlyn. I need to tell you something.” Summer bit her lip, trying to think of the right way to say it. “I like you, Troy. More than just a friend. I know you might not feel the same way, and that’s okay, but—”

Troy leaned in and kissed her, cutting off the rest of her sentence. His lips were soft, yet insistent, and there was an edge of urgency to the kiss.

When he pulled back, she blinked at him, all her thoughts tangled up in his lips instead of whatever she’d been saying. But then she remembered. Confessing. Making things clear. And as much as she wanted to keep kissing him, she had more she needed to say. “Um, like I was saying, I like you, but I can’t stand in line with all your other girls. I’m not built that way.”

“You keep talking about these other girls,” he said. “But you’re the one who kissed me then avoided me for a few days. Then you topped it off with the just-friends speech.”

“That’s because I walked out of practice the day I kissed you and saw you talking to that girl you’re always with. The one who’s on the volleyball team.”

“Cara?”

Summer crossed her arms. “Yeah, her.”

“Her brother Kevin is in the band with me. She’s been finding us places for the band to play. She books the gigs; that’s it.”

“That’s not it. I’ve seen the way she is around you. Anyone could see that girl’s all about you.”

“I don’t know how she feels.” Troy locked eyes with Summer. “All I know is that I’ve been all about one girl for a long time.” Her heart swelled, and she wanted to believe him more than anything.

“What about the girl on the beach? The one who needed surf lessons?”

“That was Kevin’s way of trying to get me over you.” Troy grabbed her hand and tugged it free of her cross-armed position. “It didn’t work, though.” He lifted her hand and slid his fingers between hers. “Summer, I’ve liked you since the minute I met you. I used to feel guilty because I was dating Kristen and thinking about you. By the time I decided I needed to break up with her and try to wait a respectable five minutes to tell you how I felt, you were dating Studmuffin. Why do you think I hate him so much?”

Summer shrugged, his touch, her rapid heartbeat, making her blissfully dizzy.

“It’s because he was dating my girl. I was supposed to be with you, not him. I thought I’d get over it during the summer,” he said. “That lasted until I saw you again. Then every time I tried to talk to you about it, I couldn’t say anything right and we ended up fighting—the complete opposite of what I was going for, by the way.”

“Well, ever since you kissed me in the hall, I’ve been all messed up.”

A slow smile spread across his face. “I did want to help you out there, but I’ll admit it was a little selfish on my part. I wanted to kiss you for a long time, and I decided that might be my only chance. I’ve been miserable ever since.” He ran his fingers along her jaw. “It was almost better when I didn’t know how it felt to kiss you.”

This time, Summer initiated the kiss. He didn’t take long to join in, though, slipping his hand behind her neck and parting her lips with his. Where his last kiss was urgent, this one was more of a slow build, soft kisses that merged together in a delicious blur.

The doorbell rang, and Summer hesitantly pulled away. “I bet that’s my pizza.”

“I’ll get it.”

Summer handed him the money. “I’ll grab cups and plates and meet you back here.”

A clear conscious made Summer feel a little better—especially since admitting her feelings for Troy had ended up going so well. Part of her felt guilty for even kissing Troy on a day like this. But then she thought Ashlyn would’ve been happy. If only she could see her face light up when she told her. Hear her say I told you so. The hollow ache in Summer’s chest throbbed, a reminder that life would never be the same again.