It should have been fun and relaxing, taking me back to being a teenager when Connor had become my brother, but all I could think of was Jenna and what she’d said last night. I tried to push that out of my head. Then we headed back to Brenda and Gary’s place for dinner. Brenda told us she was ordering Chinese food because she was exhausted from cooking that big meal yesterday and hosting the open house today. We didn’t remind her that the rest of us had done most of the work. Moo shu pork and egg rolls would be cool. We drove up just as Gary pulled into the driveway in his SUV. He parked behind Brenda’s car, slammed the door shut, and waited for us, hands in his jacket pockets. “You boys have fun?” “Yeah.” We tromped inside and removed boots and outerwear. “I just took Jenna to the station,” Gary said. “She decided to go home tonight.” I froze and studied my sock feet. “What?” Connor hung his jacket. “She left and didn’t even say goodbye?” “I’m sure she figured you’d survive.”
