"Huh?"
The cry I let out was from pure frustration. Suddenly, I wished Luke Carter was standing right in front of me. So I could choke him. "Just shut up and answer me." He laughed. It was a husky chuckle and made my stomach tighten. "But how am I supposed to answer if I shut up?"
"Oh my God." I groaned and rubbed at my suddenly aching temples. I had the urge to cry. "Why'd you call me?" I sighed, feeling defeated. "Why'd you come to my Dad's shop yesterday? Why'd you want to walk in the park with me?" When he was quiet, I went on. "I haven't got a clue what's going on in your mind. But I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want anyone to know we're on the phone right now, just like you didn't want Jill and Liz to see us in the park together. But by calling me, you've really got my mom stirred up. She's probably already got us married off with three kids and a dog named Sparky by now. So why don't you just tell me what you want and leave me alone? Or better yet, just leave me alone."
I thought it was a good speech. I was proud of myself for staying so calm as I delivered it. And I thought it shot straight to the heart of this ever-so-confusing conversation. But what does Mr. Carter say to ruin it all?
He said, "Are you always this honest?" I thumped my forehead against the palm of my head.
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was the use of fibbing? "Now will you please answer me before I scream?"
I could almost see him gnawing on his bottom lip.
"Maybe," he replied thoughtfully. "But I can't just yet." I screamed. I had to lie down on the bed and pull a pillow over my head so my parents wouldn't hear. But I'm sure Luke got an earful. He said a few choice words as I let loose and he probably had to jerk the phone away from his ear and wince. Afterward, I sat up feeling a little dizzy, but much better.
"That's it," I said, and stuck my nose in the air. "I don't have a crush on you anymore, Luke Carter." And for emphasis I sniffed out a little "Humph."
His eyebrows must have shot up on that one because he sounded startled when he said, "You have a crush on me?"
"No," I replied regally. "I just said I didn't."
"But you did before?" I had him completely baffled. "I thought I heard your brother say you had Rick Getty's picture all over your wall."
I cringed. Just how much had he heard in the store? Oh well, I'd worry about that later. "That was last year," I said.
"You're the hot topic this year."
" Me?" I didn't think he was trying to be vain and draw compliments out of me, because the poor boy honestly sounded confused.
I loved it.
"But why?"
"Please." I gave the word two syllables as I snorted it.
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"But why do you? You don't seem like the type to follow the pack."
I shrugged. I'd already spilled this first part. Why not let him know everything? It wasn't like I still had a crush on him anymore, right?
"Since that football interview," I said, "I kept running into you and having the oddest meetings. So you got stuck in my head, and I was forced to think about you. From there, it just seemed to grow. And let's not forget the whole park incident."
"All I did was hold your hand and push you on the swing. Geez, Carrie. It's not that big of a deal."
"But it doesn't take Luke Carter much to charm a nobody like me."
"Don't say that about yourself. You're not a nobody." For the first time since I'd picked up the phone, I heard irritation in his voice.
"Watch what you say," I warned. "Any more compliments and you'll have my geeky heart going pitter-pat all over again."
"Cut it out."
I laughed, giving it a wicked sound. "What's wrong, Lucas?
Every other girl in school thinks you're the hottest thing since the microwave."
"They do not!" He was spitting out denials desperately.
"And don't call me that."
"Are you blushing?" I said, knowing I had full control of the conversation.
"No."
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"You are." I giggled. "Oh, this is precious. I'm making Luke Carter blush."
"Stop it, Carrie." His voice carried heat and a warning.
"This is weird."
"I take it that the reason you keep bugging me has nothing to do with romantic intentions, then?" There was a pause. And then, "Of course not," he said with such emphasis, it suddenly had my brain whirling. No romantic intentions, huh? It hurt. I can't deny it. But I was too curious to let a thing like that bother me. Remember, I'm an investigative journalist at heart. I was going to get to the bottom of this. If the guy was going to break my heart I was going to find out why.
"Hmm," I said, and tapped my chin.
"What?"
I smiled when I heard alarm in his voice. "I'm thinking."
"OK, now you're scaring me." He didn't sound scared, but wary. Very, very wary. "What're you thinking?"
"I'm thinking of what I might possibly have that you want?"
"I don't—"
"No, no." I grinned, knowing I had him nervous. "Let me guess here." By the way he sounded, I knew I had to be getting close to his secret intentions.
"You don't want me for my body," I said, ignoring a pang of self-pity over that fact. "You showed interest in one of my Dad's cars. But it's obvious you don't really want to buy one of them. I suppose you could be somehow trying to infiltrate 59
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my father's business and take it over. But that can't be it, since your dad already owns more of it than my dad does."
"Carrie, don't—" I could tell it made him uncomfortable to mention Dad's debt to his father at the bank. I hurried on, interrupting him.
"So that can't be it," I said. "But then I see you at the grocery store today and that makes me think of Abby Eggrow."
"Abby Eggrow?" He laughed. "OK, I've got to hear this one."
"All right." I cracked my knuckles. "Marty's been seen publicly with Abby lately. But wait! Luke suddenly thinks he's interested in her. He's jealous of Marty Paxton and needs to come up with some way to get Marty out of the picture. So first he goes to visit Marty's home. He talks to the dad and then to the sister to see if he can pressure some information out of them and discover some kind of weakness in Marty. But he comes up with a blank. So he strolls into Getty's General this afternoon to put the moves on Abby himself." I thought it was a viable solution. Granted, I'd just thought it up and I hadn't worked out any of the kinks yet. But it might be why Luke kept bugging me.
"So what do you think?" I asked. Luke said, "I think you read too many Nancy Drew mysteries."
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me. It was a small victory for me, but it made me feel smug nonetheless.
"OK," I said. "Then how about this?"
"I'm not sure if I want to hear anymore." But I could tell he did. It was amusing him. And I was having fun myself. I squeezed my eyes tight and thought desperately. What would Luke Carter want from me? I wasn't beautiful. I wasn't smart and I didn't have any special talents...Wait a second. What was my one talent?