Crave (Harlequin Teen)
at the table. “Why don’t you take this for me.” She handed me the receipt and a pen.
Her expression was innocent-looking, but her eyes gleamed with mischief. Apparently she’d picked up something from Greg’s greeting and approved of him.
I took the paper and pen back to him.
“So…” he said as he pocketed the receipt. “Do you have any idea how many Colberts there are in this area?”
I laughed. “I don’t know. How many?”
“Four. Strange thing is, no Savannahs seem to live with any of them.”
“Mmm. That’s interesting to know. Of course, if you had simply asked for the correct number in the first place…”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he said, but one corner of his mouth stayed up in a half smile. “Now may I please have your phone number?”
“Okay.” Giving in, I reached for his wrist, turned his palm up and wrote my number on it. “I didn’t know you worked at Pizza Shack.”
“I don’t. I talked one of my friends into letting me ride with him while he makes his deliveries tonight. Everybody knows about this little shindig y’all have every year.”
I peered around him and saw the delivery car idling at the end of the cement ramp that led to the front foyer doors. The driver stuck out an arm through his open window and waved at me.
I laughed and waved back. “Nice friend. Though you could’ve just waited until school started and asked me for my number then.”
“Wait two months to take you out? No way. Besides, you’d probably have a boyfriend by then. So do you mind if I beat out the competition and ask you for that date now?”
He thought he had competition for a date with me? My pulse sped up. “Um, sure, now’s fine.”
“Okay, how about next Saturday? I could pick you up at six for dinner and a movie?”
“Sounds great.” I struggled to keep my smile casual. But inside I was leaping around shouting, My first date!
He smiled at me, and it was the nice smile I preferred. “Okay, I’ll call you later and get directions to your house then.”
Nodding, I stepped back, eased the door shut and watched him jog down the cement ramp to the waiting car. Then I returned to the gym, grinning so hard I must have looked like an idiot. But I didn’t care. Greg was no Tristan Coleman, but he was funny, charming, easy to be around and pretty good-looking. And he’d just asked me out on my first date.
Amber laughed and gave me two thumbs-up, then promptly turned and told Captain Paula that I was dating Greg Stanwick.
The rest of the evening passed in a blur of pizza, snacks, giggles and gossip as the team broke up into small groups to eat and lounge around on our sleeping bags and blankets. Thankfully, just like with Michelle, all my new teammates seemed to require from me was an interested listener who laughed or looked shocked, depending on what gossip they had to share. I fell asleep half worried that I would wake up with toothpaste in my hair and shaving cream on my face. But Mrs. Daniels must have forbidden pranking in order to preserve the team-bonding atmosphere. The party ended at nine the next morning when our parents came to pick us up. In the already muggy, way-too-early morning heat, the girls left in a flurry of laughter, sleepy chatter, hugs and the tinkling music our bracelets made when we moved. Music that I, too, carried everywhere I went now.
Nanna immediately noticed my smile. “Must have been some party.”
The light feeling inside me bubbled out as laughter. “It was.” I replayed the evening for her, hesitantly including the part where Greg asked me for a date.
“You just met this boy last night?”
“No. I met him a couple months ago in the cafeteria. Then I ran into him again at the lake party last week.” I opted not to mention that I’d gone with Greg for a ride on his Jet Ski. No way would Nanna like that. “So can I go out with him? He’s not in the Clann.”
She glanced at me with a frown. “Do you think that’s wise? What with the changing, and all?”
My mood deflated a bit. Jeez, why couldn’t they just let me forget and pretend for a while that I was normal? “Nanna, everything’s totally under control.” Or at least it had been for the past month.
She sighed. “Well, you are turning sixteen in a few months. I guess we can’t keep you locked up forever.”
“So is that a yes?”
“That’s a very reluctant yes,” she replied with a small smile. “But you have to promise to keep your phone with you at all
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