Another way of pushing the idea of love out of her head. Ofcourse I know motocross. Garrett had his own dirt bike back in the day.
She takes a step back, eyes wide. “Okay, never mind. You’re hopeless. I need to find the next contender.”
“Sorry, Isla. Better luck next time.”
She pats her heart and makes a frustrated sound.
I rush back toward the kitchen, thinking about all that I’ve just learned.
“Did you find everything you needed?” Nick asks, glancing up from the stove at me.
“Yes. Thanks.”
His head tilts, and a lopsided smile spreads across his face. “You didn’t find the hairbrush?”
“What?” I ask, patting my head and moving toward the oval mirror hanging on the wall.
Holy shit. I have a tangled mess on top of my head. I’d been so distracted with Isla that I didn’t even bother to brush my hair.
“Wow. Yeah, I got tied up. Checking my phone.” I shrug, baring my teeth in an awkward smile.
“That phone?” he asks, pointing to my cell phone that’s sitting on the coffee table, right where I left it when I headed toward the bathroom.
I lift my arm, thanking god that I have on my Apple Watch. I hadn’t looked at it once, but it’s there and gets me off the hook with my little white lie. There’s a text from Ava.
Ava
Remember the cheerleader that was drunk at the game a few years back?
My nose crinkles up as I try to recall who she could be referencing. Ava was never into Knox Harbor athletics, but Garrett tookher to a game or two because there was an all-star quarterback that the entire state was buzzing about on our team. Garrett wanted to watch the kid play.
Me
Not really.
Ava
It was a big deal because her uncle was a cop.
Me
Not sure, hun. What about her?
Ava
She’s the girl that’s missing.
The one Mrs. Jenkins and the hats were looking for.
Me
Hopefully they find her.
I glance toward Nick, watching as he flips a pancake over.
“You made pancakes?”
He shrugs. “Everyone likes pancakes.”
