Leo’s face flooded with color. “Yeah. Whatever. So, of course, they want to know about you.”
“And you told them I was your pain-in-the-ass neighbor.”
At that, Leo’s eyes danced. “Oh, I already told Peter that.”
“I can only imagine,” Morgan said dryly.
“They want us to stop by Saturday night for a barbecue. I’m sure you’re busy, so I’ll just tell them no.”
“I’m not busy. Not busy at all. I’d love to go.”
Leo stared at him. “I knew you would. You’re doing this to get back at me for everything I said to you, aren’t you?”
Morgan grinned, and when Leo picked up the phone, he heard a woman’s voice.
“Don’t lie to me, Leo. I heard him say yes. We’ll see you Saturday around six.”
“Bye, Marla.”
Leo disconnected the call and stared out at the field.
“It’s not a death sentence, you know. If you really don’t want to go, we don’t have to.”
“That’s not it.” But like he did earlier, Leo closed off for the rest of the game and barely spoke until they pulled up to the apartment house.
Morgan hopped off the bike, and before he had a chance to say anything—even a thank-you—Leo accelerated and took off, leaving him at the curb.
“Fine. If that’s what he wants, I don’t need to beg people to be with me.”
