CHAPTER THIRTY
The next morning, Lindy, back to her bubbly self, talked nonstop on the way to school. Without warning, she slapped him on the shoulder, and he jumped. “I knew you weren’t listening to me, Gabe Montana. You never do.”
Oops! She only called him by both names when upset or angry or both, which seemed to be the present case. Lately, she’d accused him of ignoring her. True. Too many other things crowded his thoughts. He cleared his throat. “Uh, uh! Could you repeat, please? I didn’t quite get it.”
She lifted her chin and marched ahead, without looking at him. “You always say the same thing. Forget it,” she called back. “Not important.”
He sprinted to catch up with her. “Ah, c’mon, lil sis. I’m listening.” He ran around in front of her, knelt on one knee so she had to stop, a
