Join the club, bud.“You’re a good friend. I’m glad Levi has you.”
He frowns.
“Hey, Austin. Sophie, huh?” I smile.
His breath releases.
“Holding out for the Leo thing to run its course?”
Odd. He doesn’t usually hold back.
“Sophie doesn’t know I’m here,” I mimic. “She’d murder me in my sleep for this.”
That earns a chuckle.
“I won’t blab on you.” I don’t blame him for needing reassurance. My loyalty lies with Sophie, but keeping his confidence is what’s best for her.
“I can’t promise the same,” he says with a sideways glance.
I confirm that Iknew as much.
“It’s not the right time. And also, I’m not sure we’re on the same page yet.” He tilts his head. “Sophie would be … she’d be …”
“End game?”
He agrees with a slight movement of his head.
I knew it. “Not on the same page about that? Or something else?”
“Ah … When I pray about it, I always feel like I need to wait. I think it’s ’cause she’s still sort of working out what she believes. I just wanna end up with somebody totally obsessed with Jesus, and I don’t see myself staying all casual with her if I open that can o’ worms. I need God’s enthusiastic go-ahead before I tell her—” He stops.
I nod quickly to spare him. “He’s working. Stay tuned.”
Bless him for his commitment to you. Give him all the good things.
The line Austin is holding is impressive and important. But I can see Sophie diving in, and I wish they could just be honest with each other. The secret-keeping is making a mess. I internally face-palm. Then again, I’m Hypocrite of the Year.
Austin laughs suddenly. “You’re trying to out-wingman me, aren’t you?”
I chuckle.
“Uh-huh,” he says. “One point, Kit. Okay, I don’t think this is against bro code.” He pushes his sleeves past his elbows and studies the sidewalk. “Yeah. You’re gonna be downright impressed.”
I stare.Spill already!
“There’s this girl Ada. She’s … ah … you’ll see.”
My stomach drops. Who is Ada?
“She follows Jeeves after our Bible class every time. We have it today. Not this next class, but the one after. The humanities building. The door over here.” He points. “Come see for yourself.”
“Okay,” I get out.
“And Kit?” Yikes. Austin’s stern voice.
I turn.
“Don’t torture him.”
