Chapter 5
Aaron and I shook hands. He said, “Tomorrow night, I want to take you out to dinner.”
I laughed over my shoulder at him while hobbling away. “You’re just trying to get in my jockstrap.”
“Seriously, Shane. I want to take you someplace nice.”
I stopped hobbling, slowly turned around, and felt an arc of pain in my left ankle. “When are you picking me up at my place?”
“Seven.”
“Make it eight.”
“Eight it is.”
“And where are you taking me?”
“It’s a surprise.”
I rolled my eyes. “You know I hate surprises.”
“Whatever.”
We parted then. I wobbled to my vehicle approximately a block away, and he returned to Palm Field for a sweaty workout.