around.â
I turn to Bobby. âThanks for the popcorn.â
âSure.â He points a finger at me and winks. âDonât forget the badge.â
Then he and Michael walk off, back toward the theater lobby. I have a feeling theyâre buying another set of tickets to the action flick.
âWhat badge?â Zoe asks.
I shrug. âItâs just a little joke.â
âThe two of you have an inside joke already? Do you like him?â
âI donât not like him.â
âI think he likes you.â
I donât want to admit that I kind of wish he did. I head for the door. âHe was just being a good friend to Michael.â
She catches up to me. âBut I saw the two of you talking.â
âIt would have been rude to ignore each other.â I shove open the door and step out, and immediately see Zoeâs sister sitting in a car at the curb.
âYou wonât say anything to my sister about Michael, right?â
âYour secret is safe with me.â
âThanks. Youâre the best friend in the whole world.â She leans in, a mischievous glint in her green eyes. âAnd admit itâit was exciting having a date.â
âIt was exciting in the way that having a heart attack is exciting. I was totally unprepared.â
âOkay. Next time Iâll give you some warning.â
âThere better not be a next time.â
Her sister honks.
Laughing, Zoe sings out as she races to the car, âWeâll see!â
I rush over to join her, a part of me hoping that there will be a next time.
Chapter Seven
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âI canât believe she did that!â Gwen exclaims with a laugh.
âI know. It was totally crazy. But thatâs Zoe.â
Iâm sitting with Gwen on a soft leather couch in the near dark in the Gundersensâ media room, sipping a kale shake, trying not to remember the soda I had the night before. The room has an awesome sound system, and we use it when weâre trying to select the music we want to use for our floor routines. Everyone in levels one through five has the same floor music and the same routine. Itâs not until the optional levels, six through ten, that gymnasts get a chance to choose their own music. Gwen and I take choosing our music very seriously. But before we started listening to various possibilities, I told Gwen about the unexpected date night.
âShe seems like so much fun,â Gwen says. âIâd love to meet her sometime.â
Doing something with my two best friends would be awesome, butâ
âIt might get complicated trying to come up with an explanation for how I know a famous gymnast.â
She snorts. âIâm not famous yet.â
âBut if she did an Internet search on your name . . .â
âWhat if she does one on yours?â Gwen asks pointedly.
âSearching for âCharlotte Rylandâ brings up pages for only Charlotte Ryland. âCharlie Rylandâ brings up results for Charlie and Charles. No Charlotte. So I donât think people are going to connect thick-framed-glasses Charlotte with ponytail-wielding Charlie.â
She laughs in disbelief. âYou actually did a search?â
âI started worrying about it.â
Gwen releases a scoff that echoes with disapproval. âI donât know why youâre not proud of your accomplishments.â
Weâve discussed this ad nauseam. âI am proud of them. I just like having a safe place where I donât have to deal with the pressures of pending fame every minute.â
âSearch engines will probably connect the two names when youâre standing on the podium at the next Olympics,â she says.
âI know, but until then I have a little bit of anonymity.â
She starts to chuckle.
âWhat so funny?â I ask.
âIâm imagining someone at the breakfast table, looking at your picture on a cereal box, grabbing a marker,
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