Slade walked into the library and found me stretched out on the sofa, a book in my hands.
“Go get ready. We’re stepping out,” he said casually, leaning against a shelf while typing something on his phone.
“Where to?” I asked in surprise, sitting up and closing the book.
“You’ll see.” His attention stayed on the screen. “Meet me outside when you’re ready.”
“Okay.”
He walked out, leaving me staring after him.
Strange.
Fifteen minutes later, I was seated on the hood of his convertible while he was still busy with his phone.
“This is so weird,” I said.
His eyes didn’t lift from the screen. “What’s weird?”
“You. Taking me out.”
“Can’t an older brother take his younger and only sister out?”
“He can. It’s just…” I paused. “...unlike you. Besides, you seem busy.” I tilted my chin towa
