that!â I say. Iâm not sure why, but I donât want Nico to know whatâs going on. This is one of those times when the fact that heâs male definitely gets in the way of mebeing able to give him information. Plus, Iâve never been as close to Nico as Anna is. And I donât think he should get secrets about me just because Iâm telling them to Anna.
âWhy not? Itâs just Nico.â
âBecause I donât want him knowing everything.â
âItâs not like you and Penn are hooking up. Are you? Have you? Did you kiss him? Did he kiss you?â
âNo!â I say. âItâs not . . . I mean, itâs not a date.â But suddenly Iâm thinking about kissing him. He looks like heâd be a good kisser. Probably strong, but not too strong, with just the right amount ofâ
The driver-side door opens, and I scream in surprise, then immediately fall over into the passenger seat.
Penn is standing there. He looks down at me, my legs sprawled between the seats. He shakes his head. âWow,â he says. âI leave you alone for one minute . . .â
âUm, I gotta go,â I say to Anna, scrambling back over to my side of the car.
âWhat?â she screeches. âHarper, you canât justââ
I hang up. Iâm kind of humiliated. âCan I get in now?â Penn asks. He seems amused.
âYes,â I say haughtily. âOf course you can get in.â I put my nose up in the air and roll my eyes, like heâs being ridiculous. Which he kind of is. This is his car. Of course he can get into his own car. He doesnât have to ask my permission.
âOkay, good,â he says. He flings the Whole Foods bags into the backseat. âJust didnât know if you wanted to be alone.â
My face is burning. God, he must think Iâm a complete and total head case. âIâm fine.â I catch a glimpse of myself in the side mirror, and my face is still streaked with eyeliner. I reach up and rub it off. Thereâs no way I can fix it with Penn here, watching, so Iâll have to just deal with having raccoon eyes for now.
âOkay.â He shrugs and puts the car into drive.
He takes me to Schoner Park and parks near the swings, right on the lawn. Itâs after nine oâclock now, and so the place is deserted.
He pulls the bags of food out from the back of his car and sets them down on the hood of his truck.
âYouâre going to be impressed,â he says, sounding proud of himself.
âReally? Why?â
âWell,â he says, âyou probably have this impression of me. You know, that Iâm just some jock ballplayer who knows nothing about anything else.â
âI donât really have any impression of you, except for that maybe youâre a stalker.â
âA stalker?â
âYeah, like how you showed up at my work and stalked me.â
He shakes his head. âI donât stalk.â
âWhatever.â
We hoist ourselves onto the hood of the truck, and Penn reaches into the bags and starts laying out the food he bought.I have to say that he was rightâit is impressive. Stone-ground wheat pepper crackers, cut up strawberries and honeydew, goat cheese, fig and walnut spread, and two tiny plastic containers filled with bow tie pasta salad.
He hands me a plastic fork, and as he does, his hand brushes against mine.
âThanks.â Goose bumps fly up my skin.
âYouâre welcome.â All trace of the teasing he was doing before is gone, and now he just sounds . . . I donât know, sort of serious and sort of sexy at the same time.
I grab the crackers and start to open the box. Inside there are two sleeves, and my fingers fumble around the plastic. When I finally get them open, I realize thereâs nowhere to put them, so I pull a few out and lay them down on the cracker box.
âSo,â I say. The