Page 66 of The Pinkie Pact

Shaking my head at her, I realized maybe it was time to change the subject and get the focus off me. "So what aboutyournight? What'd you do?"

Kara told me every last detail about their dinner at some trendy new restaurant with shareable plates and seasonal ingredients. They'd had to wait forever for a table, making me grateful for Kieran's wise choice.

Afterward, they'd gone to a dessert place that actually sounded pretty nice. I was definitely going to suggest that to Kieran in the future. Maybe skip dinner and go right there.

Kara was kind of quiet suddenly, making me wonder what she wasn't telling me. "So what'd you do later?"

"Well, here's the weird part really. So after, I thought we'd go back to her place or something. I know she has some guy for a roommate, but she said they have a two-bedroom apartment. And I really don't feel comfortable coming back here, you know? I mean, why should we if she has her own room, right?"

"Right. I get that." I stared at her, dread settling in my stomach. "So what happened?"

"So things were getting kind of hot and heavy on a dark street across from the FBI building."

"Um, good choice," I interrupted, trying not to laugh.

She rolled her eyes at me. "I know. But when the mood strikes, what can you do, right?"

"Um, right." She had a point, but the FBI building?

"And I suggested to Gen that we go back to her place..." Kara paused to look out the dark window next to her. "And she totally froze."

"Weird. I wonder why."

"I have no clue. And she suddenly said she had to get up early. So the night just kind of ended."

We looked at each other, confusion on both of our faces as we tried to figure it out. I didn't know what it all meant, but I had a sick feeling in my gut that this Gen girl was going to hurt Kara in some way. And I had no clue what to do about it.

Should I say something? Would that make Kara mad at me? Or should I let her figure it out for herself? Option B sounded better right now.

I also already knew from past experience with friends, sometimes you had to let people come to their own conclusions about this kind of crap because if you said something, it came back to bite you in the ass.

Kara yawned, crashing back onto her bed. "I don't know. I'm not going to worry about it anymore because other than that, it was a blast."

"Well, good," I said as I did the same thing, lying down and turning out the light next to me, exhaustion pouring over me.

I thought about Kieran and for a moment worried that he might have walked that whole way back to Georgetown so late at night by himself. So I reached for my phone and texted him.

"Did you make it home okay?" I asked.

A few seconds later, he responded, "You worried about me?"

"Eyeroll emoji."

"I made it home just fine. Thank you."

"Good. I made it upstairs without any incidents," I wrote.

"Glad to hear. And my sister?"

"She's fine."

He responded with a simple "Good."

I didn't know what to say back, so I lay there thinking. But then my phone buzzed, and it was him. "I wish I could kiss you again."

Oh, those heart flutters were real, ladies and gentlemen. "Me too."

"Sunday, beautiful."

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