many times before, we went out back to the gazebo.
Cary stood staring out toward the ocean while I
entertained May. Finally, he turned to me, his eyes
narrowed as if he were in pain.
"You go down a dirt road like that your first
date with a guy. It doesn't look nice. It makes you
look like . . . look like . . an easy target," he said. "I
just knew he was going to do that; I just knew it," he
claimed and turned back toward the sea.
"First, I'm not an easy target, Cary Logan. I
don't do what I don't want to do and we didn't do
anything wrong, for your information. Robert is a
complete gentleman."
"Ha," he said.
"You don't know him, Cary."
"You'll see," Cary predicted. "Tomorrow they'll
be chattering about you in the locker room and Royce
will be bragging about how easy you were." "He will not! And it's dreadful of you to say
that he would. You're just . . just jealous," I accused.
His shoulders stiffened and he turned, his face turning
pink.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You don't have a girlfriend and you don't go
out on dates, so--"
"So what?"
"So, you're jealous that I do."
"Dates," he said, curling up the right corner of
his mouth. "Some dates."
I realized that May had been reading my lips
and watching my face. She looked very confused. I