Not in the middle of a glow-in-the-dark golf course, anyway. First of all, she and JB were surrounded by twenty cranky nine-year-olds who were waiting impatiently to tee off. Not exactly the setting for pouncing. Corliss had considered inviting JB over to Uncle Ross’s and somehow muscling him into the hot tub—per Anushka’s naughty suggestion—but naked hot-tubbing just wasn’t her style. No, no matter what Anushka “The Teen Queen of Seduction” said, Corliss knew she’d have to proceed at her own pace.“If you tap the ball real gently on the far side, JB, it’ll knock it in the right direction,” Corliss offered helpfully. But then she worried her suggestion might injure his masculine pride. She’d read in CosmoGirl that boys didn’t really want advice from their dates. She backtracked fast. “Least, that’s what little old me thinks! Take or leave! Do or don’t! It’s your game!” she blathered, unable to stop the torrent of inanities that spewed forth. Finally, she clamped her hand over her mouth.JB didn’t seem to notice.
