“You know, if you’re going to be here this weekend, there’s a rally on Saturday. You could tag along as Ben’s navigator.” He turned to me with a twinkle in his eyes. “I’m sorry, bro, I can’t do it. I promised both Monique’s and the Bottom extra desserts ‘cuz this weekend’s supposed to be so busy for them.”
Con’s smirk said “you can thank me later” even though he knew I probably wouldn’t be in the thanking mood.
Mitch brightened and turned to me.
“What’s a rally?”
With a quick glare at Con, I explained it was a car competition of sorts. A race that wasn’t a race, exactly.
In the back of my mind, I tried to figure out what Con was doing. He acted like he was setting me up on a date, but that couldn’t be right. Could it?
Mitch stared at me for a few seconds, then at Con.
“You know, I think I’d like to go with you, Ben. I’d like that a lot.” Finally he settled his gaze on me and grinned. “You’ve got a date.”