He blew out a sigh and glanced up at the sky. “It’s a place you can take valuables for quick cash. Never mind.”
“Oh.” My embarrassment was palpable, like an anvil on my chest. The silence made it worse.
“You can go if you want,” he finally said.
Did I want to? My impulses since I’d come over here had ping-ponged between smiling and shaking and lots else. Everything felt different. Even the house they were building looked further along than it’d been yesterday. Nobody seemed to think it was weird, me sitting here with him. “Do you want me to?”
He kept his eyes forward. “You remind me of my younger sister.”
“I thought you said you didn’t have one.”
“When?”
I thought back to the conversation earlier. I’d suggested he might’ve given the bracelet to someone like a girlfriend or sister. Maybe I hadn’t said sister. I shook my head. “Never mind.”
With the squeal of tires against pavement, I checked over my shoulder. Tiffany’s BMW zoomed in our direction. I wasn’t supposed to be out here. I didn’t think Tiffany would tell Dad, but I didn’t want her to see me and come over. I also wasn’t ready to go inside.
Tiffany parked at the curb. I sucked in a breath and held it, sitting as still as possible, hoping to blend in with my surroundings. After all, Tiffany overlooked me all the time.
I should’ve known she wasn’t in the habit of overlooking attractive men.
2
Lake
Tiffany shut the driver’s side door of her BMW and started across the construction lot to where Manning and I sat on the wall.
Manning leaned his elbows onto his knees and watched her approach. My sister had that effect on men. They were always looking over or around me to see her. What’d he think when he looked at her? What’d he notice first?
I’d spent my life hearing how beautiful my sister and mother were and had been told I looked like them enough times to believe I might also be attractive. Some day. What I didn’t have usually didn’t bother me. Things like lipstick and hairspray and shopping had always seemed stupid compared to books and grades and college applications. Watching Manning’s face as Tiffany approached, I began to wonder if that was true. I’d never doubted my own attractiveness more.
“Sorry I was late,” she said to me as she looked Manning over. “I went by the school.”
“I walked.”
She stopped in front of us, shielded her eyes, and put a hand on her hip. “What are you doing out here?”
I shrugged casually, but inside, fervently prayed she wouldn’t send me home. “He found my bracelet.”
“I didn’t know you lost it.” Tiffany glanced from my wrist to the cigarette in Manning’s hand. “You’re smoking?”
I shifted on the brick wall. “No. Of course not.”
“You can tell me. I smoked sometimes at your age. It’s normal.”
“She wasn’t,” Manning said, his voice smooth. Deep. “And smoking at her age isn’t normal.”
Tiffany wrinkled her nose. “It was for me and my friends. I’m Tiffany, by the way.”
“Manning.”
The three of us went quiet.
“Where were you?” I asked.
She squinted against the sun behind us. It was obviously hurting her eyes. “The mall. Nordstrom’s Anniversary Sale is next month, so I was making a list of what I’m going to get. As Daddy says, it’s good to be prepared.” She glanced between the two of us. “I’m sorry if she was bothering you. She’s not supposed to be out here.”
My hairline prickled. Being made to sound like a child might be worse than getting sent back inside.
Manning shook his head fractionally. “She wasn’t bothering me.”
It didn’t sound convincing. My stomach clenched at the realization that maybe I was annoying him, and he’d just been too polite to say anything. My butt began to ache from the wall, but I stayed put. Tiffany was about to pull the plug on my afternoon, and I wanted to soak this up. The sun on my back. The sweat and dirt. Manning. I hadn’t realized until now how little I’d been outside this summer because of studying.
“You work out here?” Tiffany asked. “One of your crew whistled at me yesterday.”
“I saw,” Manning said. “Did you hit it off?”
“With him? God, no. He’s not my type.”
Manning nodded. “Then it won’t happen again. The catcalling.”
“Oh. It was no big deal.” She shrugged, running a light fingertip along her collarbone. “Manning. That’s a cool name.”
“I had no say in it.”
She laughed. “What about you, Manning? You have a girlfriend?”
“No.”
“You live around here?”
“Not that close.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-three.”
My gaze had been bouncing back and forth between them, and I did a double take. He wasn’t even close to Tiffany’s age. He might even be too old for her.