I gasp.
Maya glares at me. “You’re not missing the game to seeThe Lion King,Kennedy. Absolutely not.”
She knows damn well that yes, I absolutely would.
“This will be the first time Hope sees it,” I point out. “That’s a monumental occasion.”
She tosses an almond from the trail mix at me. “You don’t even likeThe Lion King, and Cameron would be pissed if you no-showed the game.”
The car is silent for a second. Then?—
“Who’s Cameron?”
“Kennedy’s boyfriend.”
Oh, fuck me.
The betrayal that hits me is sudden and intense.
Keeping one hand on the wheel, I smack Maya’s arm. Normally, I wouldn’t care if my sister knew I was seeing someone, but Cameron isn’t a long-term thing, so there’s no need for her to know about him, let alone meet him.
Not that I can admit that.
“I’m sorry, did you just say Kennedy’sboyfriend?” Amelia inquires, her voice rising in pitch. “As in a man she’s dating?”
“As opposed to what? A man I’m keeping around to sacrifice in hopes of maintaining my eternal youth?” I huff. “Yes, the man I’m dating, Amelia.”
“Excuse me for sounding surprised when you’ve literallynevermentioned a man in your life,” she snaps. “The five of us will do brunch tomorrow so we can meet him.”
Dread washes over me, mixing with the lingering irritation reserved for the woman in the seat next to me. “What if I have plans?” I argue.
I don’t, but I don’t appreciate being backed into a corner.
“You don’t,” Amelia deadpans. “I checked the shared calendar.”
“The one I don’t update?”
Amelia grumbles, but I can’t make out the words. “Maya, does Kennedy have plans tomorrow?”
My best friend grins. “Nope.”
“Great, I’ll make a reservation and text you the details. Do you and Cole want to join us?”
“We can’t.” Maya’s cheeks flush adorably. “Cole, um, planned this bookstore scavenger hunt date for us.”
“Aw, that’s so sweet,” my sister says.
The smile in her tone is evident. I grin right alongside her. Cole doesn’t only support Maya’s love for reading and writing, but immerses himself in it as well.
“We’ll miss you,” Amelia says. “And I’m sure Kennedy will miss having a support system for when I interrogate this man?—”
“Cameron’s celiac, so please make sure you pick a place that has options for him,” I cut her off, my hands trembling on the steering wheel. “Love you. Bye!”
I hit end before she can ask any more questions or Maya can throw me farther under the bus.
“You didn’t need to hang up on her,” Maya points out. “Seems a little dramatic.”
“I thought that was more cost-effective than throwing my phone out the window so you wouldn’t give her more details about my love life,” I snark.
