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Hanna caught his arm. “Don’t you dare.” That definitely wasn’t funny, not after the stunt he’d pulled
with
Hanna and Kate at the baby shower yesterday. She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel of her
Prius.
“So. Where are we going?”
“The King James,” Mike quipped.
Hanna glanced at him warily. “No Rive Gauche.” With her luck, Lucas would be their waiter. Très
awkward.
“I know,” Mike said. “We’re going shopping.”
Hanna wrinkled her nose. “Ha.”
“I’m serious.” Mike held up his hands. “I want you to shop all night. I know that’s what girls love to do,
and
I’m all about making you happy.”
His earnest expression didn’t waver. Hanna thrust the car into gear. “We’d better get there, then, before
you
change your mind.”
They took the back roads to the mall, Hanna slowing every time she saw a DEER CROSSING sign—they
were relentless this time of year. Mike slipped a CD into the Prius’s stereo. A throbbing bass filled the
car,
then a singer’s screechy voice. Mike immediately started singing. Hanna recognized the song, and sang
along quietly, too. Mike stared at her. “You know who this is?”
“It’s Led Zeppelin,” Hanna said matter-of-factly. Sean Ackard, Hanna’s ex-ex-boyfriend, had tried to get
into
the band last summer—it seemed to be a Rosewood Day soccer and lax boy thing—but he’d decided
they
were too dark and moody for his pure, virginal ears. Mike’s brow was furrowed with disbelief. “What,
did
you think I listened to Miley Cyrus?” she snapped. “The Jonas Brothers?” Actually, Kate listened to the
Jonas Brothers. That and Broadway show tunes.