Wherever it was coming from, it wasn’t that far from my house. “That’s great, Mom,” he was saying. I turned off my TV and tried to concentrate on his conversation. Invasion of privacy? Maybe. My moral compass usually points pretty north, but I do have my moments of weakness, and let’s face it, a teenage girl spying on her crush is not exactly front-page news. I can’t help it if I’m better at it than most. Besides, I was curious as to why he was in my neighborhood. I could hear his mother’s voice coming through the receiver of his cell phone. “Well, we wanted to come home and take you to lunch to celebrate, but we’re going to be a little longer than we thought. I’m sorry, Ry, but it looks like you’ll be on your own today.” “That’s okay. I actually have plans for the rest of the day. Well, hopefully. I haven’t asked her yet, but I took the day off work.” “Something I should be worried about?” his mother teased. “Only if I get caught, in which case the police will fill you in, I’m sure.”
