“Lucky shot.”
I shook my head.
“You doing anything tonight?”
“Headed home. My dad’s supposed to be in town.”
“In town?”
“Yeah. He’s been in California for a job.”
“Oh.” Chip’s grin dropped just a bit.
“Why?”
“Trent’s coming over. We’re gonna watch Evie and play games or something. I was gonna see if you wanted to come.”
I blinked.
Sometimes Chip just didn’t make sense.
“You know he hates me, right?”
Chip shook his head. “He doesn’t hate you. And Evie loves you.”
“I don’t think...”
But Chip’s phone dinged at him. He grimaced and looked at the message.
“Sorry, I gotta go. Guess no one actually got any dinner.”
“Oh. Sorry. See you.”
Chip sighed.
“Yeah. See you.”
Like I said.
I didn’t know what to make of Cyprian Cusumano.
Dad was at the table eating leftover khoresh-e-karafs when I got home. He leaped up from the table and wrapped me in a Level Seven Hug.
I held him tight.
“Hey, Dad.”
He held my face for a second and then kissed my forehead.
“How’d you do?”
“Won it in a shoot-out.”
Dad beamed. But then his shoulders kind of slumped.
“I hate that I missed it.”
“It’s okay.”
