had meant something after all.
I’m not good at reading body language. Maybe I had better listen to Jessie more. She’s in drama—maybe they teach that stuff there.
“Do you need a ride?” Andrew asked as they bound down the steps.
“No, my mom’s coming. How about you?”
They’d reached the field. He held up his keys and grinned. “Got my license in October. When’s your birthday?”
The question seemed casual, but she couldn’t help but notice his direct gaze.
“March 10th. So no keys for me.”
He grunted. “I know the feeling. My friends are all older than I am, so last year didn’t suck too bad ‘cause I just rode with them. But my dad and I started restoring my Bronco.” He glanced at her. “It’s a ‘69, blue, chrome trim, all-leather bikini top, nice rims, all-terrain tires.”
He stopped and she decided he thought she should be impressed. “Sounds nice.” No idea what he just said.
“So I was chomping at the bit for my license this year. I’ve got a sweet ride now.”
Again, he peeked at her.
“Cool,” she confirmed.
He grinned. They were passing the tennis courts now. She could see across the front lawn that her mom’s SUV was idling in the bus loop, waiting to pick her up. Glancing at the students parking to the left, she spied a blue, jeep-looking thing. Must be his Bronco.
They’d come to a parting of ways.
Andrew spied her mom’s car too. “Thanks for the help.”
“No problem.” She wanted to flee before he might bring up their date.
“ So, see you Monday?” he asked slowly.
“Yep, see ya.” She was turning on her heel, ready to bolt, when her body lunged forward instead. In one step, she was face to face with him.
His emerald eyes opened wide and then she was hugging him, almost knocking him backwards.
What the heck! She detangled herself, backpedaling as fast as she could. What’s wrong with me?
He grinned widely, masking his surprise. He gave her a wink. “See ya, Eden.”
Then he jogged away, leaving her smoldering in shame.
It’s like my body has a mind of its own, hugging everyone and their dog.
Micah knew Trent was worried so he took a break from his research. After all, it was Friday night, Trent reminded him. It’d been a week since the woman in red had relayed her message. Micah wished she’d return; he never thought he’d miss her so much.
They were meandering through the salas of the Museo Pio-Clementino, just one of the many museums within the Vatican. Trent had been anxious to see the Sistine Chapel, the most famous gallery of the museum. The tour group they joined had stopped at a single statue; the tour guide was rattling off an explanation in Italian. Micah glanced at Trent.
He whispered, “She’s telling how the sculpture of Laocoon was the first purchase they made five-hundred years ago—it was the start of the museum. Pope Julius II had Michelangelo and Guiliano da Sangallo go and buy it in the vineyard of,” he paused, “do you want to know all the details?”
Micah shook his head no. He had enough names, dates, and facts running through his head with reading the Book of Enoch. Trent shrugged and began listening to the tour guide again. Micah knew his cousin secretly loved the history lesson that came with each tour. He happily followed the group as they moved on.
“We’re in the gallery of statues now,” Trent informed him, as they entered a tunnel-like hall with statues lining both sides of the walls. There were frescos painted on the walls, mosaic tiles patterning the floors, and several marble figures filling the hall. The guide was pointing to a marble bust of a man, probably giving the story behind it. When she moved on, her short heels clicking on the tiles, Micah stepped closer to admire the sculpture. He was drawn to the man’s face, the long, straight nose, semi-parted lips, wavy hair, and unseeing eyes all carved out of marble.
“The guide said he was a Greek Dramatist born in 342 BC. He wrote hundreds
I’m not good at reading body language. Maybe I had better listen to Jessie more. She’s in drama—maybe they teach that stuff there.
“Do you need a ride?” Andrew asked as they bound down the steps.
“No, my mom’s coming. How about you?”
They’d reached the field. He held up his keys and grinned. “Got my license in October. When’s your birthday?”
The question seemed casual, but she couldn’t help but notice his direct gaze.
“March 10th. So no keys for me.”
He grunted. “I know the feeling. My friends are all older than I am, so last year didn’t suck too bad ‘cause I just rode with them. But my dad and I started restoring my Bronco.” He glanced at her. “It’s a ‘69, blue, chrome trim, all-leather bikini top, nice rims, all-terrain tires.”
He stopped and she decided he thought she should be impressed. “Sounds nice.” No idea what he just said.
“So I was chomping at the bit for my license this year. I’ve got a sweet ride now.”
Again, he peeked at her.
“Cool,” she confirmed.
He grinned. They were passing the tennis courts now. She could see across the front lawn that her mom’s SUV was idling in the bus loop, waiting to pick her up. Glancing at the students parking to the left, she spied a blue, jeep-looking thing. Must be his Bronco.
They’d come to a parting of ways.
Andrew spied her mom’s car too. “Thanks for the help.”
“No problem.” She wanted to flee before he might bring up their date.
“ So, see you Monday?” he asked slowly.
“Yep, see ya.” She was turning on her heel, ready to bolt, when her body lunged forward instead. In one step, she was face to face with him.
His emerald eyes opened wide and then she was hugging him, almost knocking him backwards.
What the heck! She detangled herself, backpedaling as fast as she could. What’s wrong with me?
He grinned widely, masking his surprise. He gave her a wink. “See ya, Eden.”
Then he jogged away, leaving her smoldering in shame.
It’s like my body has a mind of its own, hugging everyone and their dog.
Micah knew Trent was worried so he took a break from his research. After all, it was Friday night, Trent reminded him. It’d been a week since the woman in red had relayed her message. Micah wished she’d return; he never thought he’d miss her so much.
They were meandering through the salas of the Museo Pio-Clementino, just one of the many museums within the Vatican. Trent had been anxious to see the Sistine Chapel, the most famous gallery of the museum. The tour group they joined had stopped at a single statue; the tour guide was rattling off an explanation in Italian. Micah glanced at Trent.
He whispered, “She’s telling how the sculpture of Laocoon was the first purchase they made five-hundred years ago—it was the start of the museum. Pope Julius II had Michelangelo and Guiliano da Sangallo go and buy it in the vineyard of,” he paused, “do you want to know all the details?”
Micah shook his head no. He had enough names, dates, and facts running through his head with reading the Book of Enoch. Trent shrugged and began listening to the tour guide again. Micah knew his cousin secretly loved the history lesson that came with each tour. He happily followed the group as they moved on.
“We’re in the gallery of statues now,” Trent informed him, as they entered a tunnel-like hall with statues lining both sides of the walls. There were frescos painted on the walls, mosaic tiles patterning the floors, and several marble figures filling the hall. The guide was pointing to a marble bust of a man, probably giving the story behind it. When she moved on, her short heels clicking on the tiles, Micah stepped closer to admire the sculpture. He was drawn to the man’s face, the long, straight nose, semi-parted lips, wavy hair, and unseeing eyes all carved out of marble.
“The guide said he was a Greek Dramatist born in 342 BC. He wrote hundreds
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