Like she wanted the question over with before she lost her nerve.
“Will you walk me out Thursday?”
And then Travis said the rest of it.
“I don’t want to take something that isn’t mine. That’s for your dad. If he ever shows up. It wouldn’t be right for me to stand in his spot.”
Kaylee is seventeen. She’s a senior. A middle hitter on the volleyball team. She’s worn the same long blond braid since the fourth grade, when she decided bangs were for babies.
She looked at him
