“Not really, no ...”
“Just do whatever feels right, OK? And if some guy gets a bit too intense, let me know.”
Her smile was so watery it was more of a grimace than anything else, so I decided to cool it on the warnings. They were clearly frightening her more than bolstering her spirit.
“Devon’s here,” Holly said about fifteen minutes later, popping up while I was chatting with some parents who’d been roped into helping supervise.
“Is he? Good. Who does he have with him?” I asked.
“No one,” she said, surprising me.
“Huh. He’s such a flirt, I figured it would be impossible for him to come to a party alone. I guess I’m wro—holy moly, Batman!”
I finally spotted Devon. He strolled into the gym, flipped off a long dark green cape, and turned to face us.
Holly’s eyes were huge. “He’s dres
