I shrug. “Nothing that I know of.”
“Want to catch a movie with me? We could go and get dinner first.”
Swallowing hard, I drop my gaze. “I don’t know.”
He brushes his hand over mine. “Come on, Cassie. Give me a chance. I know I have a lot to make up for.”
“It’s just?—"
“You don’t trust me. Not yet.”
I shrug again. “I don’t know.”
“Think about it? I’ll come over in the morning and pester you about it.”
I meet his gaze, and he grins at me again.
I can’t help but smile. He’s not going to give me an inch.
“Let me sleep on it.”
Patrick nods slowly. “I can live with that. We have the whole summer. But I’ll be on your doorstep first thing.”
I laugh. “Whatever. Get out of here, Cross.”
His eyes dance with amusement. “Roger that, Warren.”
Once he’s gone, I get out of the car, grab my bag from the back seat, and head inside.
“Cassie?” Mum calls from the kitchen. “Is that you?”
“It sure is.”
I drop my bag at the base of the stairs and walk through to grab a drink.
“Was that Patrick getting out of your car?”
Laughing, I grab the juice out of the fridge and then pour a glass. “Can you see through walls?”
She smiles. “I might have been in the living room when you first got home.”
I take a sip of my drink. “It was Patrick. He asked me to go to the movies with him tomorrow night.”
Mum claps her hands together. “Exciting. What about that girl he was seeing?”
“Oh they’re finished.” I gulp down the rest of the juice before putting the bottle back in the fridge. “She was rightthere today and he ignored her while he talked to me. It’s just …”
“You’re worried he’s not being honest with you.”
I nod. When we were fifteen, one of Patrick’s friends, Dave, asked me out. The whole thing was a prank. When we got to the car park of the cafe we were going to, he and his friends egged me. They called it a practical joke, but I ended up walking home in the hot sun and having the hassle of trying to get cooked egg out of my hair.
“Honey, he wasn’t a part of that. And I don’t think he’d hurt you like that.”
Blowing out a long breath, I drop my gaze to my feet. “They were still friends. I don’t want to feel this way, but …”
“It’s understandable.”
“He says he wants a fresh start.”
