13 Chapter 13

Daisy gripped the steering wheel harder and pretended she needed to pay attention to the road. “There’s nothing to tell!” she insisted. She’d been saying that for two days, but Jo kept asking anyway.

“I mean it! You can admit it! You like someone,” Jo said, drawing out every vowel.

Daisy winced.

“You disappear mysteriously, don’t answer my texts after school, and there’s beach sand all over your car. You owe me an explanation.”

Not for the first time, Daisy wished she hadn’t been so caught up in Riva the other day that she’d forgotten to check her phone. If she’d noticed Jo’s text, she could have just said she’d cut out and gone to the beach by herself. Jo wouldn’t have suspected anything, and Daisy wouldn’t be getting the third degree now.

“There’s nothing to explain.”

“What’s the matter? Is he a nerd or something? You know I won’t judge!”