Watercolor

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planning. You’re my date, right?”
    He waved to one of his passing shop buddies. “Aren’t I always?”
    “Should I dig out my combat boots or will we dress appropriately this time?”
    “You’d look great in combat boots.” His hand grazed my thigh. “And a little short skirt…”
    I caught his wrist and then laced our fingers. “The short skirts again? You love those, don’t you.”
    “Find me a guy who doesn’t.”
    Just then I saw Summer and called out to her.
    “Hi, Anna. Julian,” she said in her typical burned-out manner. Then she walked over to meet us.
    “I really appreciate you loaning me your notes,” I said, releasing Julian’s hand. “I’ll have them back to you tomorrow.”
    “Sure, no problem.” She handed over the papers. “So what in the world were you doing this morning?”
    I shrugged. “Just overslept.”
    “That’s funny.” Her forehead creased. “I thought I passed you on the road. Headed toward Hammond Island.”
    Shit! I coughed. “What? Are you sure? Because I…” I breathed a laugh, glancing at Julian’s frown. “I wasn’t out there.”
    Her brow was still lined, and she wasn’t backing down. “Don’t you drive a green Civic? I know it was you. I recognized your hair.”
    It was a cool day, and I was literally sweating. “There’s just no way,” I said, laughing weakly. “Unless I was driving in my sleep.”
    “Whatever,” she said with a shrug. “What did you think about the book? For tomorrow we’re supposed to write about our favorite scene and why.”
    “Oh, thanks,” I smiled. “I missed that.”
    “Yeah, you were totally spaced in class.”
    Julian coughed a laugh beside me, and I glanced at him, shaking my head in disbelief. “I had a lot on my mind,” I said.
    “So what’s your favorite?” she charged on, unfazed. “I liked the part where Cohn got all steamed up in the restaurant about Brett, and then Jake told him not to go all prep school. Or the part about the road to hell being paved in stuffed dogs.”
    “Those are good ones, I guess.” I had what I needed and was ready to go.
    “You got that Jake’s impotent, right?” she continued.
    “What?” I frowned, thinking. “No, I totally missed that.”
    “I didn’t catch it either,” Summer went on. “Mrs. Bowman told us in class today. It’s the war injury they keep talking about. Why he can’t sleep with Brett.”
    Julian perked up. “What book are you reading?”
    “ The Sun Also Rises ,” I pulled my copy out of my bag and handed it to him.
    “What’s this—200 pages?” He pretended to be annoyed. “And you guys are AP? Why are we reading A Farewell to Arms ?”
    “Oh, you’ll like that one,” I said, but Julian just stared at me. “I mean, if you read it, you’ll like it. You should give it a try.”
    “It’s a doorstop,” he said.
    “It’s not that bad once you get into it.” I could feel what Jack liked to call my librarian side coming out. Only he called it my sexy librarian side… I froze. Why was my stupid brain thinking about Jack? “But it’s sad,” I finished.
    “Um-hm,” he said.
    Thankfully, the bell rang, and I could get away from Summer and obnoxious, sneaky Jack memories. We said goodbye, and Julian and I started walking back to the building. He was headed to the technology center, and I had American history.
    We walked a few steps in silence, and then he stopped. “What was all that about you driving to Hammond Island this morning? That’s where the Kysers live, right?”
    I shook my head, trying to be convincing. “I didn’t! Summer is so weird. I don’t know why she said that.” He didn’t seem convinced, but I changed the subject. “So I’m meeting you guys in the parking lot this afternoon?”
    He nodded. “Blake said he’d drive his truck in case we don’t get my car going.”
    “Sounds great,” I jumped forward and kissed his cheek. “I told Nancy I’d start at the paper next week.”
    “We should have it

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