Zari took a deep breath, then let the words fly in a furious tumble. "ChaytonFreedellisbackintown." I blinked. My heart tripped. "I didn't hear you right. I thought you said Chayton Freedell is . . . back?" I hadn't said that name in two years, and it tasted bitter on my tongue. "He is," Zari squeaked. "What?" I shrieked, and Mrs. Beaumont dropped her knitting to clutch her chest. "Everything's fine," Zari reassured everyone, then lowered her voice at me. "Breathe. I know you said you never wanted to see him again, but don't go Hulk on me." I pressed my palms into the table and leaned towards her. "Don't you remember what he did to me?" I hissed. "The pie disaster?" Zari scoffed. "Of course I do. I was the one who spent hours helping you wash the pie out of your hair." I dropped my head to the table, my anger fizzling into dismay. "Why is he back?" I groaned. "What's this about now?" Mom asked, coming over. "Good news for Bonnet, actually, Miss Edie," Zari chirped. "Do you remember Julip Freedell?" Mom nodded, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Chayton's mom was now famous as the host of the uber-popular cooking and lifestyle show "Prairie Living." Julip traveled all over Texas scouting for obscure craft ideas, antiques, and recipes. "I just saw Mrs. Freedell at the middle school," Zara explained. "She was registering Chayton for classes. She's come back to Bonnet to film a special 'Homecoming' episode of her show. It's going to feature the Bonnet County Fair and pie-eating contest!" "Well." If it were possible for Mom to look even cheerier than usual (which was a tall order, believe me), she did. "I'd call that news better than good. Julip's show might breathe some life back into Bonnet, and bring in some fresh customers." " And save us from boredom," Zari put in. "Newcomers mean intrigue and scandals and -- " "Trouble," I grumbled. Zari shook her head at me. "It'll be fine. You'll hardly notice Chayton's back at all." All I could picture was my ten-year-old self, covered head to toe in huckleberry pie. I cringed. Hardly notice the return of my arch-nemesis? Not a chance. Excerpted from I Only Have Pies for You: a Wish Novel by Suzanne Nelson All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.