Page 86 of Bump and Run

Her face instantly falls. “I don’t think so, Junior. My dad could come home any minute...”

“I’m pretty sure he’ll be busy for a while tonight,” I say. “I saw him getting cozy with some woman after the game...”

“Typical,” she smirks. “Even as a coach, he’s scooping up victory hoes.”

“I parked down the block and walked over,” I add. “Even if he does come home, he won’t know I’m here. I’ll sneak out the back and he’ll be none the wiser.”

“You’ve really planned this out, haven’t you?” she chuckles.

“What can I say? I’m a rebel.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Come on, Ellie.” I throw on a pout and bat my eyes. “Don’t leave a poor boy hanging outside. It’s getting dark. I could get mugged...”

“Fine.” She rolls her eyes and takes a step back. “But just for a few minutes. Okay?”

“Just a few minutes,” I repeat. I draw an X over my chest. “Cross my heart.”

She smiles again.

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