I giggle and swat his arm. “Naughty.”
“Hey, careful.” Kai shifts his arm out of my reach. “I just got my stitches taken out, remember?”
“Sorry, I didn’t realize you were such precious cargo.”
“I’m not supposed to be collecting more scars.”
I can’t help focusing under his left eye. “Is that something you do?”
He rubs under his eye. “Not on purpose.”
“Oh, so trouble just follows you?” I joke.
“Totally. Sometimes gravity and I aren’t on the same wavelength.”
I giggle. “Maybe my dad has a point about you?”
Kai snorts. “Your dad always thinks he has a point. I really think he enjoys making cracks at my mom’s parenting style.”
“He makes digs at your mom?”
He nods. “And she can’t help but take it personally. It’s not ideal when she and dad keep bringing up the fact they can take my car away.”
I clutch his hand and whisper, “I overheard something.”
He lights up with a grin. “What?”
“Your parents might be bluffing.”
Kai tilts his head. “Come again?”
“Like I said, I overheard them. They just worried about you hurting yourself.”
“Yeah, old news, Tabby.” Kai places a finger on the scar below his left eye. “I’ve been hearing that since I was six-years-old and got this scar.”
It takes me aback. “You got that at six?”
He nudges the soccer ball along the grass. “What can I say? I’ve been an adrenaline-seeker since I could crawl.”
“You must’ve been a handful,” I joke. “How did you get the scar?”
He wags a finger at me. “Nuh-uh. No one gets that story.”
“How come?”
“It’s too extreme.”
“Seriously? So, is my dad right? You really are a menace?”
“Ha. I wouldn’t go that far.”
“Fine, have your secrets.” I fake a pout. “Anyway, you must be so excited to drive your very own car.”
He hooks a finger under my chin. “Yeah, we can find somewhere to park together.”
Bashfully, I knock his hand away. “Okay, so who’s the naughty one?” I nudge the toe of my boot against the soccer ball. “How about you show me some of your moves, Cap?”
Kai flicks the ball away from my feet so fast I almost don’t see it. “I don’t think you’re ready.”