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I nodded.
"Whoa."
"Yeah. I came to return it," I said. "The question is, what were you doing there?"
"Just talking," she said. She started to light up, on the verge of telling me something, but then
she paused. I felt the thought almost reach the front of her mind and then get shoved back. "I've
got a lot to tell you, but first tell me what's up with you."
"Nothing's up with me."
"Whatever, Rose. I'm not psychic like you, but I know when you're pissed off about something.
You've been kind of down since Christmas. What's up?"
Now wasn't the time to get into what had happened on Christmas when my mom told me about
Tasha and Dimitri. But I did tell Lissa the story about Mason—editing out why I had stopped—
and simply driving home how I had.
"Well…" she said when I finished. "That was your right."
"I know. But I kind of led him on. I can see why he'd be upset."
"You guys can probably fix it, though. Go talk to him. He's crazy about you."
It was more than miscommunication. Things with Mason and me couldn't be patched up so
easily. "I don't know," I told her. "Not everyone's like you and Christian."
Her face darkened. "Christian. I still can't believe he's being so stupid about this."
I didn't mean to, but I laughed. "Liss, you guys'll kiss and make up in like a day. More than
kiss, probably."
It slipped out before I could stop it. Her eyes widened. "You know." She shook her head in
exasperation. "Of course you know."
"Sorry," I said. I hadn't meant to let her know I knew about the sex thing, not until she told me
herself.