STONY-FACED, NATHAN thumbed through my diary without looking up from his spot at the kitchen table. Sitting beside him, Beth stared my way, the slight lift to her eyebrows telling me she’d known all along I’d been up to something and I’d just proven exactly that.
Several seconds of quiet surrounded the sound of flipped pages, before Nathan folded the cover into place and leaned back in his seat. “Why didn’t you tell me your real reason for wanting to go out?” Although perfectly calm, his voice held an undercurrent of disappointment.
“I did.” I scratched at my head, averting my eyes—because even I knew my answer only bordered on the truth.
“Just not the entire story of where?” Nathan asked.
I glanced up to see Ethan’s arched brow, his louder-than-screaming silent way of saying ‘I told y
