Kim didn’t bother parking, only waved to the others as I climbed out of his car and drove off seconds after I’d shut the door. “Where’s he going?” Quentin asked, handing me a half-melted Hey Batter Batter Blast. “Sumi called.” I shoveled a spoonful of ice cream into my mouth and chewed angrily. “Another dojo emergency.” Michelle rolled her eyes. “That girl doesn’t give up, does she?” “Nope.” No longer hungry, I stirred my shake into a soupy mess. “Relax, Rileigh.” Braden dug his fingers into my neck in what I guessed was supposed to be a massage but felt more like pressure-point combat. “Nothing will ever break you and Kim up. You guys are soul mates.” “I know.” My eyelids fluttered as I fought the urge to wince as his fingers continued to pinch the tendons along my neck. “I just wish that Kim and I could have a normal relationship—without all these obstacles in the way.”
