With a dreamy smile and wet lips, Andy said, “Sheasked me to write you a note.”
His heart skipped a beat. “And did you write that note?”
“I sure did! She was a nice lady.”
Daniel’s head began to spin. “Andy, this is important. Do you still have that note?”
“Yep, right in my second drawer.”
He hurried to Andy’s desk and opened the second drawer. A folded piece of paper lay there like it had been waiting for him to find it.
“Daniel, you’re being rude!”
He took the piece of paper and shoved it into his pocket. “Thank you.”
“Wait, put it back! I shouldn’t give it to you.”
“You didn’t; I took it.”
He pursed his lips. “That’s true... but I can still get in trouble!”
He moved to stand in front of Andy. “I’ll find time for us to play tomorrow if you promise not to say a word about this to anyone. I also won’t say that you gave me that note.”
“I didn’t give it to you!”
“I’ll say that you did if you tell on me. Robert might take away your comics.”
Andy gasped. “Oh no!”
“So, do we have an understandi—”
The door opened behind him. Without looking, he knew who it was, and his heart dropped to the floor.
“Am I crashing your party?” Trevor shut the door behind him.
Daniel turned around, his skin a few degrees warmer. “We were just talking.”
“Sure, sure. You always go to Andy for profound and insightful conversations.”
“I came to borrow his new comics. You know I read those.”
He tensed when Trevor put his hands on his shoulders. “I love it when you act like I’m stupid.” His fingers dug into the crane between his shoulders and neck.
Daniel grimaced, fighting to stand still.
“What did he want, Andy?”
“Hmm, we talked.”
“About?”
“Stuff.”
“Andy...”
“He asked me about the nice lady.”
Trevor smiled, his fingers pressing harder into Daniel’s flesh and making him gasp. “The nice lady from the bank?”
