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understood why anyone wouldwant pineapple on pizza. I was a meat-and-potatoes kind of gal. I reached for the Double Trouble pepperoni.
    â€œI already know you, Bird. Isn’t the whole point in our being here to get to know them ?” I asked.
    â€œTrue. Listen, Brandon needs a ride home, and he lives on the other side of town,” Bird said. “Are you okay going home with Jason?”
    â€œSure.”
    Back at the table, the conversation pretty much came to a standstill as the guys turned their attention to food. No Hawaiian Heaven at our end. Not much with vegetables, either. I might not have a boyfriend, but I was familiar enough with guys to know they ate a lot. But these guys ate like the planet would run out of food by tomorrow, so they had to stock up now.
    As I slowly ate my few slices, I let my gaze wander around the table. There were lots of eights, nines, nine point fives, and tens sitting around. Any of these guys would make the perfect summer boyfriend. All I had to do was convince them I’d make the perfect girlfriend.

Chapter 6
    â€œS o, Bird said you need a ride home,” Jason said.
    â€œIs that okay? Because I could probably find another ride,” I said.
    â€œNo problem. Makes sense. We’re going to the same place.”
    I knew guys who exhibited more enthusiasm while waiting in the dentist’s office. Could I feel more like a burden?
    While chairs were being shoved back and guys were leaving, I’d been talking to Mac about cheap things to do in town, since we’d run the gamut of free things.
    â€œThanks for the tips,” Mac said, grinning.
    â€œSure.”
    With my tote bag slung over my shoulder, Ifollowed Jason out to his car, a black Honda Civic. He beeped his key chain to unlock the doors, and I climbed in. It was early evening, the shadows had begun lengthening, and the car wasn’t too unbearably hot. He had cloth seats, which were great, since I was wearing shorts. Mom’s Lexus has leather seats, and I’ve burned myself more than once before the “cooling seats” feature kicks in. That’s right. Her seats were actually air-conditioned, a skin saver in north Texas.
    â€œSo, do you know the way?” I asked, as Jason pulled into traffic.
    â€œThink so. This street will take me to Haddock. A right on Haddock will take me to Leigh. Your street, right?”
    â€œYou got it,” I said.
    He glanced my way really quickly, before turning his attention back to the road. “I was surprised to see you at practice.”
    â€œAre you kidding? I’m all about baseball.”
    â€œReally?”
    â€œOh, yeah. Bird and I haven’t missed a Rattler practice or game since the town got the team.”
    â€œI’ve never known a girl who was that into baseball.”
    â€œWell, now you do.”
    Tell your friends. Step right up. Meet the most amazing girl you’ve ever known.
    â€œYour dad’s great,” Jason said, in what seemed like an abrupt change of subject.
    â€œYeah, I like him,” I said.
    Jason laughed. A deep rumble that just sorta rolled through the car, rolled over me, made me smile.
    Also made me brave. If I wanted him to talk about me to the guys, I needed to give him some ammunition. I needed to do something that would make me a worthy topic of conversation. A little more alone time was needed, and since I’d gone several hours without an ice-cream fix, I pointed toward my favorite ice-cream shop. “Want to stop at Ben and Jerry’s? I’ll treat.”
    Five minutes later, we were sitting in a booth, each of us with a double-scoop cone. Jason was eating Cherry Garcia, and I was eating my all time fave, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough. The scoop shop was also my source for lip balm.
    â€œSpeaking of my dad,” I said, “Cherry Garcia is his favorite, too.”
    Jason looked at me with those blue, blue eyes. He’d raised his sunglasses so they sat on top of