By the time June finally set her fork down with a dramatic sigh and announced she was “done stuffing her soul with grease,” I could feel my whole body tense. Not because of the food—we’d all eaten enough to sink a ship—but because I knew what came next.
I couldn't help thinking about what he had said in the parking lot again and again:
Give me one chance to prove I mean it. One chance to show you you’re not just Ethan’s sister to me.
My own response to him also ran in circles in my mind:
Fine. You have one chance, Ryans. Don’t waste it.
Thinking about what we had said to each other in the parking lot made me swallow hard and lick my surprisingly dry lips.
June’s eyes kept flicking between me and Ryans like she was some undercover cupid on a secret mission. She smirked after some mo
