Out of Reach
into perspective.”
    I laughed. “Perspective? How’s this for perspective? I blame him for leaving me. I’m too scared to move on, Seth, because I’m terrified of forgetting him when he’s gone.”
    “Nobody said you have to move on right away,” he murmured, his lips brushing over my cheek. “You feel right now that you’re never going to get through this, and I get it. But you will. You’re an incredibly strong, amazing woman. The strongest woman I know.”
    A rush of excitement surged through me, hearing him say those words.
    “Thanks,” I mumbled, my face heating up at his words.
    “Are you blushing, Em?” He nudged me and laughed. “Now that’s adorable.”
    “Shut up,” I grumbled, nudging him back so hard my coffee spilled all over the white spread. I’d only ever been with Andy. Hearing Seth say those things, even just as a friend, wakened some unexpected feelings inside of me.
    The funny thing was, it had been Seth I’d been crushing on back in the beginning. I’d hang around with them, praying that he would notice me . . . but he never did. He never showed any interest, so when Andy had asked me out I’d said yes. The three of us had been inseparable, even when Andy and I had become a couple. Seth was so much a part of our relationship, it would’ve been weird not having him around.
    Where Andy had my heart, Seth was so fiercely protective of me that I’d always felt lucky to have the both of them in my life. They were so alike, yet so different—but the one thing that remained constant was their loyalty to each other, and to me.

Chapter Seven
    Emily
    My eyes narrowed in on Andy as I walked into the kitchen and sat down. He had asked both Seth and I to join him for breakfast. It all felt so formal, especially considering Andy’s breakfast consisted of a protein shake being fed via a PEG tube. He could eat food, but not much. Not enough to give him the nutrition his body needed.
    “What’s all this about?” I asked suspiciously.
    “What?” he said innocently. “I can’t request a meal with my two best friends? There are a few things I want to do, only I’m obviously in no condition to do much, so you two are going to do them for me.”
    “What?” Andy had a bucket list? He wanted us to live it out? I shook my head. “What the hell are you talking about? What things?” This was the first I’d heard of any of it.
    “You’ll find out what they are as you do them. You gotta give me some fun, right?”
    I narrowed my eyes at him, not trusting the sneaking little smirk on his face. What was he up to? “I’m not jumping out of any planes or doing any nudie runs,” I warned.
    “What? You’d deny your dying boyfriend of his final wishes?” Andy frowned. “What if I wanted you to jump out of a plane naked?”
    “Then you’d be coming with me.”
    “Okay, fine. I’ll save the skydiving and streaking for Seth. You’ll do it, right, man?”
    Seth shrugged. “Sure, why not?” He winked at me and I blushed, the thought of him running naked along the beach not escaping my mind. Andy narrowed his eyes at me, a thoughtful expression on his face. I cringed, embarrassed at having being caught thinking like that about Seth in front of Andy. Not that he would have had any idea what I was thinking, but still.
    “Good man. Okay, first stop is Willows Point. We need to be there at noon.”
    “Why?” I already knew he wasn’t likely to answer.
    “Be patient, Emsky,” he said patting my hand. “Oh, and wear your swimming suit.” I rolled my eyes at the use of my nickname. I freaking hated it when he called me that, and he knew it.

Chapter Eight
    Seth
    Willows Point—home to some of the biggest cliff fronts in the northern hemisphere. I had a strange feeling in my stomach that I wasn’t going to like why we were here.
    “There we are,” Andy announced, pointing to a van in the far corner of the lot.
    I squinted to make out the sign writing: Maximum Jump . Oh, fuck

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