Chapter 30
I pedal straight home and go up to my room. My cell phone jangles from time to time. I ignore it. When I get to my room, I check the ID, even though I know perfectly well who it is.
Texts from Denise. Duh!
I perch on the edge of my bed. Okay. Deep breath.
Time to face the music.
I call Denise. This isn’t a message I want to text.
Two rings and she answers. “Portia! What happened?”
“Take it easy. He didn’t meet with Kathleen.”
“Really? What did he do?”
“It’s no big deal. I saw him hanging out with a guy.”
“Oh, Portia. Are you sure?”
“Yeah, absolutely.”
Well, it is the truth. Sort of.
A long silence. “Okay.”
“So . . . are my spying days over?”
“I suppose . . . .”
Then, I remember how it felt when he patted my arm. That warm rush of reassurance. From a cute boy. Oh,
