“This is a bad idea,” I hiss at Vern.
She glances at me from the corner of her eye. “What makes you say that?”
“They’re gonna see us.” My gaze flicks in the direction of Grayson and Isabel. “We’re not exactly well hidden.”
“Were far away enough that they won’t recognize us.”
I turn around, my back now towards Grayson. Vern has her arm casually thrown over the back of the bench as she blatantly stares in their direction. “I wouldn’t count on that,” I say.
She throws me an exasperated look. “Don’t be a negative Nancy.”
“I’m not—”
She hushes me. “Don’t be so loud. I don’t want Grayson to pick up on your voice.”
“I’m not being a negative Nancy,” I whisper. “I’m being realistic.”
She sighs, glancing down at her watch. “We’ve been here for ten minutes already and they haven’t noticed us
