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“Parker Kelly,” Dad says, moving to the fridge and grabbing a soda. “That’s a name I haven’t heard in a while. How are his parents?”
“I wouldn’t know,” I murmur.
“So nothing serious has happened?” Mom asks.
Ugh, this is the worst. “No, we’re just talking.”
“Okay,” Mom says, raising her palms. “Just seems like if you’re baking for him, it must mean you like him quite a bit.”
Dad tilts his head, taking me in. “Is something serious happening?”
I dip my head between my raised shoulders. “I dunno. Umm, he asked me to join him and his friends at Logan’s Point on Saturday.” I pivot between my parents, who exchange glances. “Can I go?”
“Logan’s Point?” Dad says, his intrigue peeked. “That’s different for you.”
I shrug. “I know. Is it okay?”
“I think it’ll be okay,” Mom says, checking with Dad. “It’ll be good for you to get out of your homebody routine.”
“Is Josie going with you?” Dad asks.
“I hope so.” I’m going to need all the moral support I can get.
“Who’ll be driving?” Mom asks.
“He didn’t say, but I assume Parker.”
“Has he been driving for long?” Dad asks.
“Why are you guys interrogating me? Is it okay if I go or not?”
Mom and Dad share another look and then both let out a laugh. Dad hangs an arm around my shoulder, while Mom says, “Of course, honey. We trust you.”
“Just make sure Parker comes to see us before you leave,” Dad says.
I gulp. “You want to talk to Parker?”
Dad moves back over to Mom. “Yeah, we haven’t seen the guy in ages. He was a good kid, but I don’t know what he’s like now.”
I pull out a mixing bowl and move around the kitchen for the rest of my utensils. “He’s still a good guy.”
“Arnold,” Mom says. “She wouldn’t be talking with him if he was a dimwit.”
Dad chuckles. “That’s true. So what are you making?”
“Cookie dough cups.” I chew inside my lip, thinking about Lewis. “They’re his favorite.”
“Yum,” Dad cheers. “My mouth is watering already.”
I side-eye him. “They’re not for you.”
Dad scoffs. “How many does the boy get?”
I snigger. “The whole dozen.”
Mom cups a hand over her mouth as her shoulders jiggle in a laugh. “Oh, she’s smitten all right.”
Mom was right. She just had the wrong boy.
