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plastic container. “You do remember I live with JD, right? He’s the king of pouting. I’m sort of immune.”
    â€œGood point.” He led the way out of the coffee shop, holding the door for her. “For the record, if you want an excuse to put your hands all over me, I could give you a lot better suggestions than tickling. Not to mention, they’d be a lot more pleasurable.”
    The statement caught her off-guard, and she choked on the water she’d been drinking while he spoke. Coughing, she glanced up at him. “Excuse me?”
    â€œI don’t like to be tickled,” he stated, like that was supposed to explain everything. It didn’t, and she was left more confused than ever.
    Okay …She decided to just get in his luxury sports car and ignore his comment for the time being. “You never answered my question. What kinds of things you enjoy doing, I mean.”
    â€œI like drinking these.” He shook his coffee drink as he climbed into the car as well. “Concerts are fun, the zoo, museums, the park, the pool. Just getting out of the house sounds like a little slice of heaven right now.”
    â€œBecause you don’t want to be at home,” she pointed out. “That was the whole point of hanging out now. You said you didn’t want to be by your parents, and we had, like, five hours to kill before our meeting tonight.”
    Orlando started up the car. “And we only managed to kill about two. I don’t suppose you want to go see a movie?” He paused. “Wait, you said you had to be home for dinner and then you and JD were going to carpool or whatever.”
    â€œYeah, and my mom is making her fettuccine alfredo. Don’t want to miss that.”
    â€œEven if I offered to pay, buy you endless amounts of snacks at the counter, and sit through two hours of a chick flick starring some guy who only got the part because he looks good with his shirt off?”
    She shook her head. “Tempting, but not even a six-pack of gorgeous man could keep me away from my mom’s fettuccine. You know…you should come over for dinner!”
    â€œI’m not sure your parents would like that…”
    â€œWhy not?”
    â€œThey don’t know me, and you didn’t exactly ask them if it was fine.”
    Snorting, Angela gazed out the window. “I have friends over all the time to eat and never ask. This isn’t any different. My mom cooks enough food for an army. JD eats for five all by himself. If anything, she’ll be happy for another teenage boy who can make sure we aren’t stuck with a week of leftovers.”
    â€œLet me tell my parents,” he grumbled. “Can’t believe they’re making me check in with them every time I want to do something. What’s going to happen when they leave? I have to send an email to ask them to go out and play? This is stupid. Lyssa trusts me. Why can’t they?”
    Gently, Angela touched his arm. “You were missing for almost a week. I’m sure they just want to make sure they don’t lose you again.”
    â€œDoubt it.” He growled a little. “Lexington, call home.”
    She was about to ask who Lexington was when she heard the phone start to ring from the speakers of the stereo system.
    The line picked up, and a female voice responded. “Hello?”
    â€œLyssa, just letting you know I’m going to a friend’s house for dinner tonight. I’ll probably be home sometime between seven or eight. Don’t expect me to make a statement when I walk in the house, though. I kind of want to go hide in my room, so I can avoid having to deal with people if you know what I mean.” He spoke so smoothly, and like his sister was there with them in the car. Technology could be mind-boggling.
    There was no reply for a while. “I’ll be sure to let your sister know when she gets home from her date.”
    â€œOh, hi,