Chapter 18

“You didn’t.” Brooks studies him, not quite sure what to think.

Alan shrugs again and keeps mum.

Suddenly Brooks lets out a whoop. One arm shoots up, punching the air. “Woo! I told you he likes you. I toldyou!”

“Yeah, well.” Alan can’t keep his smile in any longer. “Apparently he does.” 9

While they were at the café, Jim gave Alan his phone. “What’s this for?” Alan wanted to know.

“Type in your number,” Jim told him.

Alan frowned at the unfamiliar screen. “I could just tell you what it is…” But he typed in his phone number anyway, then tried to figure out how to enter his name, too. “Brooks is so much better at this than me.”

“Let me see it.” Jim took back his phone and typed something on the screen. “One L or two? In Alan?”

“One. Two A’s.” Alan wondered if he should hand over his own phone now. Before he could, though, it started to ring. He patted his pockets, trying to find it. “Who the bloody hell’s calling now?”