“We need to do something about Kara and Cameron,” she said after a moment.
I smiled. “I agree. How about this summer? This semester is almost done. After it’s over, we could go to my mom’s beach house and take them with us.”
“I don’t know. Don’t you think that’s going a little overboard?” She lifted her eyes, studying my face for a few moments. “Your hair is getting long.”
Okay, change of subject. My hand automatically ran through my hair. “I still look gorgeous. What, you want me to cut it?”
“No,” she said a little too quickly. “I mean, do whatever you want. Why are you asking me?”
I frowned, leaning forward. “Why do you fight it so much?”
I waited for her answer, but it didn’t come.
“You’re fighting what you feel for me. I can feel it. Why?” I persisted.
She pulled her hands into her lap, hiding them from me. I let out a sigh.
“Let’s play a game,” I suggested. “How about I’ll tell you something I know about you, and then you tell me something you know about me.”
That did it. I got half a smile from her.
“Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”
I shook my head. “Nope. You see, I like discovering things by myself. I don’t like things handed to me. I like it when I have to work hard.”
She tilted her head as if trying to decipher the meaning behind my words.
Yes, I thought, I am talking about you.
“I’ll go first then, since you look very enthusiastic about this.”
She looked nervous but interested. I had her attention now.
“You don’t like black olives,” I said.
Her eyes narrowed. She was ever the suspicious one. I laughed.
“How do you know that?” she demanded.
Tongue in cheek, I replied, “Well…I had you investigated.”
“What the—” she stammered.
I laughed. “Kidding. When we ordered pizza the other night, you picked them off. Now it’s your turn.”
She bit her lip. “You hate dishes in the sink, except for an empty glass. You always leave an empty glass.”
My smile reached my ears. She was paying attention to me. Since she wasn’t drinking her tea, I grabbed it and took a sip.
“You don’t like the dark,” I said. “You sleep with your lights on.”
I meant to tease her, but something like fear flashed in her eyes. She was quiet for a moment, and I wondered what she was thinking. But then the cobwebs in her eyes cleared and she smirked.
“I can sleep with it off sometimes.” She paused, then her nose twitched. “Your feet smell.”
I choked on green tea. “Hey, only after basketball practice.” I coughed. “My feet are sexy.”
She wrinkled her nose, fighting a smile. “You call your mom every day just to say hi,” she said.