Page 157 of Shy Girls Can't Fake Date

“That’s good, isn’t it?” he replies, boogying on the spot. “You said you were tired before you left.”

Instinctively, I yawn.

Dad chuckles. “Come on, let’s get something to eat.”

“I’ll just get changed first.” Before I venture further up the hall, there’s a knock at the door. “I’ll get it.”

I backtrack, suspecting it’s Parker, reminding me I can back out of dinner with his family.

I pull the door open and almost keel over.

Lewis stands on the front step with his adorable smile lighting up his baby blue eyes.

“Uh, Lewis, hi,” I say, unable to rid the shock from my tone.

Is this the day? Does he want to take photos of me baking already?

My eyes pan up and down. Nope, no camera in sight.

“Hey, Kylie. We’ve got a bit of a home repair issue,” Lewis says, hanging a thumb in the direction of his home. “Does your dad have a torque wrench we can borrow?”

I step out of the doorway and beckon him inside. “I have no idea, but you can ask him.”

He steps inside. “Thanks.”

I grin, holding out an arm to stop him. “Wait. You have to dance your way there.”

His eyebrow raises. “I have to do what?”

A giggle spills out of me. “It’s house rules. When the music’s playing, you must dance your way around the house.”

He winces. “Umm, no. That’s definitely not happening.”

My heart sinks and embarrassment cramps my muscles. “Oh, yeah. Don’t worry, it’s dumb.”

Lewis points up the hallway. “Is your dad this way?”

I lead the way. “Yeah, in the kitchen. Follow me.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose, feeling like a total idiot.

Ugh. Parker was immediately up for dancing. I assumed Lewis would be as carefree about it. Maybe Parker only did it because he wanted something from me. He needed my parents’ approval for me to go to Logan’s Point.

I’m so dumb. I knew he didn’t actually like my house and my family.Gah! Now Lewis thinks I’m a loser.

“Dad, can you help Lewis?” I ask, leading Lewis into the kitchen.

Dad closes the fridge door, grinning. “Lewis! Why, hello there. What brings you by?”

Lewis hangs a thumb toward his house. “I came home and found my dad fixing a burst pipe. We can’t find our torque wrench. Do you have one we can borrow?”

Dad moves to the cupboard under the sink and pulls out his red toolbox.

“I should be able to help with that,” Dad says, searching the array of well-organized tools.

“Wow,” Lewis says, leaning in. “Is there anything you don’t have in there?”

Dad pulls out what I assume is the desired tool. “Always be prepared. That’s my motto.”

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