Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“He really doesn’t know when to quit, does he?” Ro asked Sophie.
“I’m pretty sure it’s a disease,” Fitz told her.
“Coping mechanism,” Keefe argued. “Which you’d already know if
you’d agree to Operation: Privacy Invasion.”
“I already said I’m in,” Fitz reminded him.
All eyes turned to Sophie—and she could think of a hundred ways
this could go very, very wrong.
But Keefe’s eyes held the same plea that Fitz’s had when he’d
begged her to let him monitor her dreams—the same desperation hers
surely showed when she’d asked Keefe to give her skill lessons.
“I guess we can try.”
“WOO-HOO!” Keefe clapped his hands together, rubbing his palms
back and forth. “So how do you want to do this? Should I sit between
you guys, so it’s like a Sophitz sandwich? Or will that make it too hard
for all the staring into each other’s eyes?”
“You want to start now?” Sophie asked.
“Why not? You’re awake. The Fitzster’s awake. I’m ready for a huge
pile of humiliation. What more do we need?”
“Uh, a plan?”
“Eh. You guys are best when you make it up as you go along.”
“We kind of are,” Fitz agreed.
“See? This is why you’re my best friend! Let’s do this!”
“Not today,” Magnate Leto informed them as he marched into the
Healing Center.
Keefe heaved a huge sigh. “Do adults have some sort of sixth sense
that tells them when they should show up and stop us from doing
something that’s actually productive?”