Chapter 13

“I don’t know.” He shrugged and looked out over the river. Chocolate bumped her nose against his hand, making him focus on her.

“Do you know what tomorrow is?” Caspian had heard when they’d been talking about it on the radio during the morning program. He didn’t like the morning program much, too ditzy for his taste. They always talked about silly, unimportant things, joking and laughing, when all he wanted was to hear the news and maybe some music.

He could change the channel, could listen to music or podcasts on his phone, but then he’d hear nothing about what was going on in the world. He didn’t care about the gossip of famous people, but sometimes it was good to endure the ditzy and learn a thing or two.

“Tuesday?”

“Yes, it’s Tuesday, but what else?” He walked onto the narrow track and Flynn followed.

“I don’t know. Your birthday?”

“No, my birthday is in November.”

“Oh…mybirthday?” The grin had heat curling in Caspian’s belly.

“I don’t know, is it?”