Seventeen-year-old Darcy Covington doesn't know the difference between a pawn shop and a thrift shop. Even her dog eats gourmet food, so she's totally unprepared when her car is repossessed from the parking lot of her elite private school. Turns out her father, a semi-famous motivational speaker, has skipped town, abandoning his family while his business collapses. Even David Letterman comes up with ten reasons why her father won't ever return home.
Desperate to sell her expensive jewelry for much-needed cash, Darcy discovers that her dad's brother runs a funky thrift shop on a street full of eccentric characters, including a coffee shop owner named Liz and one supremely hot fix-it guy named Lucas.
Darcy finds some solace hanging out with her uncle and Lucas in the thrift shop and working in Liz's coffee shop, while the rest of her life falls apart. The time she spends with the uber hot Lucas helps takes her mind off her family's troubles, even though she's sure he's only nice to her because he works for her uncle, especially when she meets the cover girl beauty she thinks he's dating.
Can Darcy find the courage she needs to adapt to the necessary changes brought about by her family's drastically reduced lifestyle? And will she open her eyes to the amazing realization that Lucas wants much more than friendship from her?
"Are you okay, Lucas?" I didn't know what was happening, or understand the energy rolling off of him in waves. I could practically reach out and touch it.
He ignored me as he washed dishes in the sink.
"I used to think I was in love with him," I said, surprised by my confession. "If you can believe it."
Lucas stilled, then straightened and turned to look at me. "I can believe it. Girls are suckers for a pretty face."
"You would know." Oh my God. I'd said that out loud.
And I couldn't take it back.
He watched me silently, waiting. I turned back to the counter, scrubbing hard, wishing I could erase my words the way I erased the coffee stains.
"But you're over him," Lucas said from behind me.
I nodded, but didn't turn around. "There's not much to be over," I muttered. "He never really knew me. And he's not very…aware of what other people are going through."
Unlike you, I wanted to say, but this time I kept my mouth shut.
Lisa Brown Roberts still hasn't recovered from the teenage trauma of nearly tweezing off both eyebrows and having to pencil them in for an entire school year. This and other angst-filled memories inspire her to write YA books about navigating life's painful and funny dramas, and falling in love along the way.
Her almost forever home is Colorado, though she occasionally pines for the days when she lived within walking distance of the Pacific Ocean. Her house is full of books, boys, several four-legged prima donnas, and lots of laughter.
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