Book 3 The Summer I Turned Pretty May 2026

He let go.

He stepped closer. Close enough that she could smell his sweatshirt—salt, cedar, something underneath that was just Conrad . His hand hovered near her arm but didn’t touch. book 3 the summer i turned pretty

“That’s the problem, Belly,” he said. “I never have to pretend with you. And that’s exactly why I can’t be near you right now.” He let go

She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, squared her shoulders, and walked back down to the fire. squared her shoulders

Book 3. The summer everything broke.

“Then why are you out here?” she whispered. “And he’s down there?”