Ana called out. “Come in, Emily.” “Huh? What?” Emily refocused and glanced at her friend in the passenger seat. “What is it? I’m fine. I’m paying attention.” She looked ahead to be sure, but her driving was on point, as usual. “I’m not worried about your driving,” Ana said. “You’re a perfect driver, and you know it. Even when your head is in the clouds and your heart is about to explode.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her heart was racing, though. But that might’ve had to do with the fact that they’d just dodged a potentially major bar fight. “Come on, dime todo,” Ana said. “Tell me everything!” “Everything about what?” Emily knew exactly what Ana was talking about, but she refused to make it easy for her. If she wanted information, she was going to work for it. “Pah-leeze,” Brandon said. “Even I could see the tension there, and I’m emotionally and romantically stunted, according to Ana.” “It was nothing,” Emily said.
