Flashback ( PDFDrive )

NINETEEN
OKAY,” SOPHIE SAID, CLOSING HER eyes and taking a second to
shove all matchmaking-related worries into another mental box
marked Deal with Much, Much, Much, Much, Much Later. “Somehow we
got sidetracked. We’re supposed to be figuring out what to do about
meeting with Fintan.”
“Right,” Fitz agreed, sitting up straighter. “So . . . maybe we should
test where we’re at. We could count to three and each say which way
we’re leaning. See if it syncs up.”
“Worth a shot,” she said, even though she was pretty sure she knew
exactly how that was going to go.
Sure enough, when they got to “three,” Fitz said, “I think we have
to do it,” at the same time she said, “I’m worried it’s not worth the
risk.”
Fitz blew out a breath. “Well, that didn’t help.”
“I know,” she agreed, half wondering if they’d be better off leaving
it up to rock, paper, scissors. But they probably needed to put a little
more thought into it than that.
“Maybe we should try a speed round,” she suggested, “and each
give one sentence about why we think we should or shouldn’t meet
with Fintan.”
“All right,” Fitz said, brushing his hair off his forehead. “I . . . want
to find out if he knows anything about what’s going on with my