Hook, Line, and Sinker （Bellinger Sisters #2）
Tessa Bailey
Prologue
September 15
HANNAH （6:00 PM）： Hey. Fox?
FOX （10:20 PM）： Yeah.
H （10:22 PM）： It’s Hannah. Bellinger? I got your number from Brendan.
F （10:22 PM）： Hannah. Shit. Sorry, I would have answered sooner.
H （10:23 PM）： No, it’s fine. Is it weird of me to text you?
F （10:23 PM）： Not weird at all, Freckles. You make it back to LA safely?
H （10:26 PM）： Not a scratch on me. Missing that signature Westport fish aroma already （only half kidding）。 Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you for the Fleetwood Mac record you left on my sister’s doorstep. You really didn’t have to do that.
F （10:27 PM）： No big deal. I could tell you wanted it.
H （10:29 PM）： How could you tell? Was it me openly sobbing when I left it behind at the expo?
F （10:30 PM）： Kind of tipped me off.
H （10:38 PM）： Ah. Well. I wish you could hear it play in person. It’s magic.
F （10:42 PM）： Maybe someday.
H （10:43 PM）： Maybe. Thanks again.
F （11:01 PM）： You didn’t have to tell me your last name. There’s only one Hannah.
H （11:02 PM）： Sorry, can’t say the same. I know several Fox’s.
October 3
FOX （4:03 PM）： Hey Hannah
HANNAH （4:15 PM）： Hey! What’s up?
F （4:16 PM）： Just pulled back into the harbor after 3 days out.
F （4:18 PM）： This is stupid, but you’re okay, right?
H （4:19 PM）： I mean, my therapist would probably say that’s debatable. Physically I’m in one piece tho. Why?
F （4:20 PM）： Just a weird dream. IDK . . . I dreamed you were missing. Or lost?
H （4:25 PM）： That wasn’t a dream. Send a chopper.
F （4:25 PM）：
F （4:26 PM）： Fishermen don’t ignore the dreams they have on water. Sometimes they’re nothing, other times they’re a premonition.
H （4:30 PM）： If anyone worries in this friendship, it should be me. I’ve seen the Perfect Storm.
F （4:32 PM）： That makes me Wahlberg in this scenario?
H （4:33 PM）： Depends. Can you pull off white boxer briefs?
F （4:34 PM）： And then some, babe.
F （4:40 PM）： So this is a friendship?
H （4:45 PM）： Yeah. Are you on board? （fishing puns, they are happening）
F （4:48 PM）： I’m . . . yeah. So I can just text you whenever?
H （4:50 PM）： Yeah.
F （4:55 PM）： Okay then.
H （4:56 PM）： Okay then.
October 22
FOX （10:30 PM）： Hey, Freckles. What are you up to?
HANNAH （10:33 PM）： Hey. Not much. How can you tell if you have a “flat” tire?
F （10:33 PM）： Why what’s going on??
H （10:35 PM）： My car was making a weird noise, so I pulled over. I’m going to go check if it popped.
F （10:35 PM）： Hannah it’s past ten o’clock at night. Stay in the car. LOCK THE DOORS and call a tow truck.
H （10:36 PM）： Yeah . . . I won’t know how to describe where I am to them. One of the makeup artists at work had a séance. I think I’m in Los Feliz?
F （10:37 PM）： You don’t know where you are?
F （10:38 PM）： This is my dream. It’s happening. Premonition.
H （10:39 PM）： Come on. No way.
F （10:40 PM）： You were just at a séance and don’t get to be skeptical.
H （10:41 PM）： You know what? That’s fair.
F （10:42 PM）： Map your location on your phone and call a tow truck.
F （10:43 PM）： Please?
H （10:45 PM）： Are you this protective of all your female friends?
F （10:48 PM）： You’re the only one I’ve got.
H （10:49 PM）： Fine. I’m calling a tow truck.
F （10:49 PM）：
November 22
HANNAH （12:36 AM）： Are you awake?
FOX （12:37 AM）： Wide.
H （12:38 AM）： Are you alone?
F （12:38 AM）： Yes, Hannah. I’m alone.
H （12:40 AM）： Let’s start “Leaving on a Jet Plane” at the exact same time and listen to it together.
F （12:41 AM）： Hang on. I have to download it.
H （12:42 AM）： You’re killing me.
F （12:42 AM）： Sry my phone isn’t a music encyclopedia like yours. Why this song?
H （12:44 AM）： IDK. I miss my sister. A little in my feelings about it. Have you seen her around town?
F （12:45 AM）： I’ve seen her lipstick on Brendan’s collar. That count?
H （12:47 AM）： That’s why I’m bugging you, instead of her. I don’t want to burst their bliss bubble.