Page 117 of Fostering Chemistry
I sighed. “All right, let’s go bowling.”
Aaron pulled up right in front of the door of the alley.
“Why don’t you just park?” I asked him. “My leg’s fine. I can walk it.”
“Nah, door-to-door service for our girl,” Aaron said with a wink. “Go ahead, I’ll catch up.”
Cody was already on the sidewalk, and Diego came around and opened my door. I smiled at him as I stepped out, my cheeks heating up from the knowing gleam in his eye.
It felt like every interaction between us was some kind of sexual promise—except, wait, what the hell was he doing? As soon as I was clear of the car, he hopped in the passenger seat and pulled the door shut.
“On second thought, maybe Aaron and I will do some Black Friday shopping,” he said, lowering the window a little.
“What?” He had to be joking, right?
From the driver’s seat, Aaron’s hand shot out of the open sunroof, giving us a wave. “See you guys later. Have fun,” he called.
And then they sped off.
My jaw dropped.
I turned to Cody, who looked like he was trying not to laugh.
“What?” I demanded. “What’s going on?”
“I guess they like shopping,” he said, mostly managing to keep a straight face.
“Yeah, right. Like I really believe they’re going shopping. You know something, don’t you?”
“Me? No. Come on, let’s go inside.”
I grabbed his arm, stopping him. “You know something. Tell me.”
The glint in his eye confirmed my suspicion.
“I promised not to tell.” He grinned. “I’m good at not talking.”
I smacked his bicep, which was a mistake because his muscles were so firm that it made my fingers sting. “Tell me or I won’t go bowling.”
“Okay, but you’re missing out. It’s fun.”
I’d momentarily forgotten that trying to be more stubborn than Cody was an exercise in futility. So maybe I could bribe him instead. “I’ll bowl two games with you if you’ll tell me.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
“Okay.” He took a deep breath, opened his mouth… and then told me in sign language. His hands flew around for nearly a minute, so I suspected he was actually giving me the explanation I wanted, for all the good that it did me.
“That’s not fair.”
“You didn’t specify I had to tell you out loud.”
“I hate you.”
He immediately signed back.
“Were those the signs for ‘No, you don’t’?”
