Chapter 15

“I appreciate what you’re trying to do,” I said slowly, feeling my way as I went. “And I’m flattered. But it’s really not a good idea for us to get involved. You know it’s not.”

Zack just grinned and pointed with his fork at my plate. “Okay. Eat your food.”

I squinted at him suspiciously, but he was digging into his breakfast with gusto, like the whole conversation hadn’t happened. It couldn’t be that easy. If Zack was anything like his sister—and this morning had proved he was, at least a little bit—he wouldn’t let it go at that. Well, then, I would leave it for now, and I’d just keep turning him down.

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