“We could go somewhere nicer.”
“The diner is nice,” Leo said.
“I mean somewhere special.”
“The diner is special.”
Richard grinned.
“Birthday boy wins.”
But Chloe kept suggesting steakhouses and Italian restaurants. Leo refused every option. Finally, I folded my arms.
“Why don’t you want us going to the diner?”
Her face went pale.
“I never said that.”
“You’ve been taking him there for ten years. Now we’re going once and you’re trying to stop us.”
“Kait, you’re reading too much into this.”
Maybe I was. But Chloe had been my closest friend since childhood, and I knew exactly what she did when she lied: she picked at the skin beside her thumbnail. She was doing it now.
“I want the diner,” Leo said.
“Then that’s where we’re going.”
Chloe looked down at her coffee and barely spoke for the rest of the afternoon.
