A Whole New Crowd(55)

“Thank God.” She breathed in relief. “Listen, if Mom and Dad ask, tell them I came home late and left early.”
“Are you at Devon’s?”
There was a moment of silence on the other end for a moment. “Are you going to be mad if I say yes?”
“No,” I muttered. “You already know how I feel.”
“Yes, I do,” she said, “but this is my decision.”
“I know, I know. I’m just looking out for you, you know. We’re sisters and all,” I mumbled. All this family stuff was new to me.
“Okay,” she trailed off for a moment. “I thought you’d be at Tray’s.”
“No.” Since we went to the Seven8, things had cooled between Tray and me. I wasn’t sure why, but I hadn’t been ready to tackle that either. We were at a standstill. I hadn’t seen him around other girls and I had kept to myself too. “He wasn’t with you tonight?” Then I heard a muffling sound on her end. “Is that Devon?”
“Yeah. Amber and Erin are here too. We just ordered some food.”
“Who’s Erin?”
“A friend of mine. She’s on the student council with me,” Mandy replied, her voice half-turned from the phone. “If Mom asks, tell her what I said. I came home late and left early. Tell her I went running. She’s all about exercising.”
“Alright, I’ll pass along your lie to Shelly.” I paused a beat, frowning to myself. “Watch Devon. Make sure he doesn’t cheat on you with Amber or that Erin girl tonight.”
“Taryn!”
I hung up, rolled over, and stopped thinking about everything.
*

The next morning Shelly woke me up, a frazzled expression was on her face. “Taryn, I have a huge favor to ask of you.”
I scrambled upright. “Mandy went running this morning. She came home late and left early.”
“Oh, okay,” Shelly mumbled. “Can you give Austin a ride to Patrick’s? He’s packed and ready to go. Kevin called. He’s waiting for me at the airport. He needs me to go to a workshop with him. I won’t have time to take Austin.”
Oh. Relief flooded me. I nodded and got out of bed. “I’ll get dressed and take him.”
“Thank you so much, Taryn. The neighbor will stop in every now and then to check on you guys too.” She pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I don’t know what we would do without you.”
I frowned, but she was gone in an instant. I found Austin outside, waiting on the curb with a sullen look on his face. He was dressed in athletic clothes and his bag was beside him, a basketball in his hands.
“Hey, punk. Need a ride?”
He glowered at me for a moment and then stood up, following me to my car. As I pulled out onto the road, I asked, “So, another workshop, huh?”
“This one’s in Switzerland.” He slumped down in his seat. “They’re going to be gone for three weeks. It’s a month-long conference, that’s what Mom said.”
“And your dad?”
“He’s an *,” Austin mumbled, looking out his window.
I dropped him off at his friend’s house. When I started to get out and go inside, he pointed to the mini-van in the driveway. “They’re waiting for me.”
I stayed in my car. “Okay. Have fun. Call me when you’re back.”
He nodded, his shoulders were slumped over, but when he got to the mini-van, the cockiness came back over him. When I pulled away, I mused to myself. No middle finger again. We were making progress.


CHAPTER SIXTEEN

I was sitting on the front step when Tray pulled up to the house. As he strolled over, he turned to survey the street. Then he twisted back and arched an eyebrow. “Are you people watching or waiting for winter?”
I laughed. As he sat next to me, I scooted over. His legs pressed against mine. I didn’t scoot over that far. “I like to people watch. Austin’s at a tournament. The folks are gone and Mandy’s with Devon. What else should I do?”
His voice dropped to a soft whisper. “Hang out with me?”
My heart slowed. Even with those four words, I was affected by him. Excitement and warmth began to build in me and a small shiver ran through me. It was a good shiver. I hugged my legs to my chest and rested my cheek against the top of my knees. Turning to him, I flashed him a smile. “After this week of friendliness?”
He laughed softly. “It was you too.”
It was. We had both been circling around each other. I let out a sigh. “It’s that time, isn’t it?”
“What is?”
“You and me.”