“You"ve got a game in two days,” she said adamantly, and Xander
frowned at her.
“How did you know that?”
“Because I heard Leo talking to Chris, and I think it"s the best idea
I"ve heard in a long time!”
Xander frowned. “Leo shouldn"t be talking to Chris about it. It"s
my job.”
Penny turned to him, her movements sharp, and Xander glared at
her and swallowed. For a moment, she was so completely her mother"s
child that he felt fourteen again, and he"d been asked nicely to take his
elbows off the table.
But he didn"t back down.
“You"ve done a real good job of being grown up,” Penny said
softly, although her lips were tilted up in a sardonic smile. “I think Leo
just wanted to make sure you followed through. He knew Chris would
get you down the court, even if you didn"t think you could make it.”
Aw… basketball analogies? Who"d told her they were his secret
weakness.
“I would have made it,” Xander said, slightly mollified. “I just
wanted to talk to Chris myself. Now comeon,I"ve been ready for
forever!”
Penny looked him up and down and said, “Yeah, that"s only
because you don"t care that you look like shit. My brother looks forward
to seeing you, even if you look like the walking dead crapped you out
and put you on a reality show. C"mon, Xander,” she added sweetly,
when she saw his eyes widen and he automatically started checking his
hair, “you"re the one who said we were running late!”
“I hate you,” he muttered, as he sat in the rented Acura, his knees
up to his chin. He was trying to check his hair and his face in the mirror,
and he realized that he probably could have shaved closer, his hair had