All Last Summer (Love on Summer Break, #1)

by Stephanie J. Scott

A posse so loyal they committed condiment crimes against their friends’ jilted exes.

When I came into view of Aidan, my breath caught. He wore a weathered gray vest with black leather clasps over a faded white peasant shirt. It was…well, it was pretty hot. If you were into dudes wearing vests from historical eras.

Well, thanks for thinking of me.” “Kind of a trend lately.”

I peeked out from my hands and, dear God, he had a dimple.

My grandmother has a thrad machine.” “Is that an advanced type of sewing machine—a thrad?” “No. It means thoroughly rad.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “No. Unacceptable. I will not accept that term in any form, even related to a beloved grandmother’s prized sewing machine.”

He tasted like mint and sky and summer. A moment I would catch and hold onto, into my being. This was more than any list could capture.

Mason waved him off. “Whatever, dude. Court jester is where it’s at. History’s original stand-up comics.” He tapped an invisible microphone. “Is this thing on? I just took a pilgrimage by sea, and I’ve got to say, I’ve had better food in a dungeon.” “Boo!” Dan mimed flinging fake rotten food.

I am mason

Grandpa always said the key to a good life was knowing somebody with a boat.

he's got a BOAT

If I’d had Greg’s number, I would have called it and put the speaker next to the garbage disposal when he answered.

this is the funniest thing in the world