Chapter 3Grace’s back stiffened as her phone rang for the second time in the last hour. After scouring the internet for the past forty-minutes, she’d finally just set up all she’d need for her try at baking. The potluck for the gym—and her first date with Summer, because this was totally a date—was in a few hours at seven P.M. She was going to let her phone go to voicemail once again, in order to focus on her task, but she saw Mindy’s name across the screen. She hit accept right away and then struggled to get on speaker phone without leaving a sticky trail on her cell phone.
“Hey, Mindy?” Grace asked. There was nothing from the phone. She fiddled again. “You can hear me, yeah? How about now?”
“Yes, I can hear you now. This isn’t a Verizon commercial. I’m good. You sound sort of far away,
