Yeah, theyâre mine.â He drove with one hand, his right hand on the gearshift, eventhough the car was an automatic. âItâs a diet experiment. Iâm feeding Wayne only bananas and water. Garth is getting a mixed diet.â
âWhere on earth did you get the monkeys?â she asked.
âMy uncle,â Bobby told her. âHeâs an animal importer. He works for zoos. Theyâre great monkeys, but I canât keep them. I have to send them back when the experiment is over.â
âItâs a neat experiment,â Bree said, settling back in the seat.
âI donât think Mr. Conklin appreciates it,â Bobby told her.
She turned to him. âWhy not?â
âBecause the monkeys look so much like him!â
They both laughed. Her laugh sounded more like coughing than laughing, Bobby thought.
âDo you take them home on weekends?â she asked.
He shook his head. âNo. Conklin does.â
He kept glancing at her as he drove, trying to decide if she liked him or not. Of
course
she likes me, he told himself. But does she
really
like me?
As he drove, he had a fantasy of the Wade twins fighting over him. They were wrestling on the ground, tearing and scratching at each other, each desperate to have him for herself.
Did he like her? he wondered. Of course he did. She was a
babe,
wasnât she?
At a little before twelve, he pulled up her driveway and switched off the engine and the lights. He turned to talk to her.
But she startled him by nearly jumping into his lap.
âI had a nice time,â she whispered. Before Bobbycould reply, she grabbed his head with both hands, pressed her face against his, and kissed him longingly.
The kiss lasted a long time.
Then, uttering a soft sigh, she raised her face to his and kissed him again, harder this time, and longer.
I donât believe this! Bobby thought. Sheâs nuts about me!
She wrapped her hot hands around his neck and held his face close as she kissed him again. When it ended, they were both breathless.
âIâve got to go in,â she whispered. She pressed her forehead against his. Her hair brushed his face. âWant to come over tomorrow night? We could watch a video or something.â
The question caught Bobby by surprise. He almost blurted out, No, I canât. I have a date with your sister tomorrow.
But he caught himself, and replied, âI wish I could, Bree. I really do. But Iâmâbusy.â
Her lips formed an unhappy pout. She brushed them against his cheek as she pulled away from him. âGood night,â she whispered. âCall me, okay?â
He watched her jog to the back of the house. He could still taste her lips on his, still feel the warm tingle of her hands on the back of his neck.
Wow, he thought. You never can tell with the quiet ones!
As he backed down the driveway, he couldnât help but grin to himself. âBobby the Man scores again!â he cried out loud.
If
sheâs
the shy one, I canât
wait
to check out her sister!
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
Bobby waited for Samantha the next night in the food court at the Division Street Mall. She arrived a few minutes late, jogging toward Bobby, her black hair flowing wildly behind her.
She wore loose-fitting faded denim shorts and a bright magenta midriff blouse.
Oh, wow! Is she
sexy!
Bobby played it cool and forced her to come all the way to him. His first impulse was to tell her she looked incredible. But instead he murmured in a low voice, âHey, howâs it going?â
She didnât reply. Instead, she took his arm and pulled him toward the wall. âWe canât do this, Bobby,â she said in a low, frightened voice.
âHuh?â he reacted with surprise.
âWe canât meet like this,â she told him. Her eyes darted nervously around the crowded court. âLook! Thereâs Bree!â
chapter 7
First Danger Sign
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H uh? Where?â Bobby