The town’s annual summer carnival had set up on the football field, and the air smelled of funnel cake and diesel. Tiffany was supposed to be watching her little brother, Ben, try to win a goldfish by tossing a ping-pong ball into a row of jelly jars. Instead, she was watching Lucas Hale.
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“That’s not—” she started, but he cut her off. The town’s annual summer carnival had set up