Chapter 9

As soon as she caught them, Jo grabbed my elbow and pushed me upstairs. With a plastic bag of food and a clipboard under one arm, she escorted me outside with a look that suggested I should prepare for an inquisition.

Once we were inside the car, she opened the plastic bag and dropped it between us. A striped scarf hugged her head, and dark sunglasses perched on top. She studied me while she chomped an apple slice. Ignoring her, I grabbed one too and stared straight out the window.

"Leigh Baxton, what did my brother do to you?" she finally asked.

My face warmed before she even finished the question.

"You're blushing."

"I am not." Stupid blush.

Jo chewed another apple slice. "Do you like him?"

I couldn't help but smile. "I don't know. Maybe."

Jo laughed, threw her dark sunglasses on, and started the car. "It's so weird. My brother and my best friend."

"Why didn't you mention he played baseball?"