“Anyway, are you going out with her tonight?” Evan asked.
He’d hoped he’d avoided the question altogether. “Yeah, but it’s not a date.”
“Why not?”
Caden pushed to his feet and headed for the door. “I need to shower, and you need to get cleaned up, too. Remember to put on a clean shirt.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know. But you can’t avoid the question. Why isn’t it a date?”
He couldn’t explain something he didn’t understand himself.
“It’s complicated,” he said before heading to his room.