Dropping Ryan off in front of her parents’ house the night they’d gone to the movies in Imperial Beach, Neil felt charged with a crazy energy, like he could stop the Camaro, get out of the car, and leap right there from the pavement on Fifth Avenue directly to the moon! Over and over again, the memory of the devilish little smile that had spread slowly onto Ryan’s face as they shared a plate of nachos at Rancho Pueblo after the film played itself inside his mind.
“It would be sort of amazing, wouldn’t it?” she’d whispered, her voice husky with complicity as she licked sour cream off her fingers. Her smile was so sweet, but also sort of wicked and dangerous. He was pretty sure he’d got her to latch on to his scheme, to think it over anyway—and that was a start! Or maybe she’d already made
