Page 2 of The Last First Kiss

I’m looking at what might be the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in real life.

“Is that Belinda Carter?” I ask, trying not to spray waffle crumbs.

Mom cranes her head to see out the window. “Um…yeah. Looks like it.”

The idea springs into my head full-fledged, and I can’t shake it.

I don’t want to shake it.

“You know she’s single, Austin,” my dad suggests. “And I hear she’s just gotten a job in town.”

Huh.