Cameron fanned herself with a map. “I’m melting into a puddle of Maritime ancestry. This is what happens when you invite an Acadian girl to the mountains in a heat dome.”

“I prefer ‘unconventional thermal companion,’” Leo replied, and then he kissed her—cool lips, warm hands, and the smell of river stone and sunscreen.

“Medical mystery,” she said. “Doctors shrugged. My mom says it’s because I have too much passion and not enough air conditioning.”

She felt exactly the right temperature.

Priya caught up to them, holding her camera. “I got that whole spin on video. You’re welcome.”

The storm broke as they walked back into town, fat raindrops hitting the hot pavement and sending up steam. Cameron didn’t run for cover. She walked right through it, hair plastered to her face, laughing as Leo grabbed her hand and spun her under a shop awning.

“You’re weird,” she said, but she was smiling.