"Chevy whispered, 'Do you trust me?' Of course I did. Trused him to be the first boy to hold my hand. Trusted him to be the first boy I kissed. Did I trust him with my life? Chevy sits with me in the backseat. Our legs are pressed tight together and he hooks one of his fingers with mine. He slides his finger up and down in a reassuring caress. Not too fast, not too slow. It's like a heartbeat. A promise. We're going home. He's here with me. It's going...

When a reluctant visit turns into an extended summer vacation among relatives Emily never knew she had, one thing becomes clear: nothing is what it seems. Not the club, not her secret-keeping father and not Oz, a guy with suck-me-in blue eyes who can help her understand them both.