My partner answered the phone on the second ring. While he spoke, I used the interruption to stand and stretch. We'd been poring over phone logs all afternoon.
"Sure," Bobby said, "I remember. It was fun. ...Oh, really?" He looked directly at me with a mischievous smile.
"What?" I whispered, but he shook his head.
"Uh-huh," he said. "I'd have to ask." He kept eye contact with me the whole time, and it was driving me crazy. "Yes, she is."
He finally hung up, and had the nerve to pick up the log sheet again. I yanked it out of his hand. "What was that about?"
"Do you remember when we played pub quiz? That was Matty – he asked if we want to play on his team tonight."
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