“Besides, it looked better on you.”
There are a lot of things that the Gallagher Academy teaches us to remember, but right then I was wishing my exceptional education had also taught me how to forget.
I mean, it was a chilly night in a foreign city, and an incredibly hot boy was smiling at me through the soft glow of sparkly lights! The absolute last thing I wanted to remember was the last time I’d seen Zach —the screeching tires or the masked men. Seriously, forgetting would have come in so incredibly handy at that particular moment. But I’m a Gallagher Girl. We don’t forget anything.
“Why do I get the feeling you aren’t here on vacation?” I asked.
I heard Bex laughing. I sensed Zach’s hand inching down the rail, closer and closer to mine. For just one second, I thought he might say me —that he was here to see me.
“I’m looking for Joe Solomon.” He glanced around the Tower grounds. “Thought maybe he was with you?”
And just that quickly the pounding of my heart took on an entirely different meaning. Sure, it sounded like an easy question, but nothing about my Covert Operations instructor has ever been easy. Ever.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, my mind reeling with at least a dozen reasons why Mr. Solomon might follow me to London —and not one of them was good.
