How'd you get in here?" She raised her eyebrows. โYou pick pockets.โ Kat watched his hand fly to his back pocket. โI can pick locks. Looking for this?โ she asked, holding up his wallet. โOops. Maybe I can pick pockets too.
Ally CarterHis mother got her purse. His father reached for the door. "Scooter," he said, by way of good-bye, "have fun with your friends." But Hale was shaking his head. He put his arm around Kat's shoulders. "She's not my friend, Dad. She's my girlfriend." Hale's parents must have walked away, but Kat wasn't looking. She was too busy staring up at Hale, trying to see into his eyes and know if he was okay. The sadness that had lingered for weeks was fading, and the boy that held her was the boy she knew. A boy who kissed her lightly.
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