“Harleigh?”
“Huh.” My brows pinched as I realized we had arrived at Strike One.
“You were doing it again,” she said with a hint of pity.
“Sorry, I was just thinking.”
The second Celeste parked the car, Chloe appeared at the window grinning. Shouldering the door, I climbed out. “Hey.”
“Took you long enough.” She laced her arm through mine. “Come on, I already got us a lane.”
“We’re actually playing?”
“Well, yeah. I figured we might as well.”
“Sounds good to me.” Celeste joined us as we entered the building.
“So what’s up with your brother wanting to meet Bryson?” Chloe whispered.
“We’re as in the dark as you,” I replied.
“Hmm, it can’t be anything good.”
“Clo.” I shot her a harsh look.
“Crap, sorry. I’m sure he’ll be fine.”
We reached the booth and I slid into the soft leather seat.
“You’re not bowling?” Celeste asked, and I shook my head.
“I’ll watch.”
“Fine, suit yourself.”
I pulled out my cell phone and placed it on the table, waiting for it to light up with a text from Nix.
“He won’t let anything happen to your brother,” Chloe said.
“I know.”
And I did. But it didn’t make the waiting any easier.
Celeste threw her first ball, knocking down six pins. “Dammit,” she hissed. “I miscalculated.”
“Miscalculated?” Chloe asked. “I just roll it and hope for the best.”
“I worked out the mass-to-force ratio and accounted for the angle, I should have knocked down at least eight pins.”
“You know all that?” Chloe gawked at her.
“She’s basically a genius,” I mumbled.
“I wouldn’t go that far.” Celeste’s cheeks turned a deep shade of pink. “But I have a thing for numbers.”
“Genius,” I coughed into my hand, fighting a smile.
“Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever met a genius before. Can you show me how to throw the perfect ball? I almost beat Kye last time, so any help I can get would be appreciated.”