Chapter 85

I turned and ran back around the house. It was a wussy thing to do, but it felt better than standing around wringing my hands like some pathetic girl.

Jo and Miguel dragged a huge trash bag behind them across the yard. When I opened the sliding glass door for them, Jo locked eyes with mine. Her defeated expression sharpened.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

I shook my head since I didn't want to put it into words. "What's up, Miguel?"

"The sky." He gave me a nervous grin and scrubbed a hand through his short, black hair. "I'm just chilling with my girl."

Jo pointed to the trash bag and lifted her eyebrows. "Is that what we're doing? Chilling?"

"It doesn't matter what we do," he said and leaned down to give her a peck on the nose.

Jo's eyes fell closed at his touch. Splashes of color brightened her cheeks. She had it so bad for him, and it was easy to see why. His world seemed to revolve around her.