Spies in Skates [Book Three]

Chapter Thirteen: That Date Jer Promised We Could Go On

Hello! Well, here it is, the last chapter! I'm so glad I could write this for you guys and thankfully I had the time to update right now. I hope you enjoy it! I've loved writing Nat's story - unfortunately, I think it's over - and I'm glad you guys have enjoyed it too. Thank you so much for all your support because that helps me so much to stay motivated to write. I'd never have finished without y'all. So yeah, in the meantime you can feel free to check out my other books...Delta, No Heroes Allowed, whatever you want. I'm going on a slight hiatus for the next couple weeks cuz I have a summer job so updates won't come till August probably but yeah. Thanks again! Enjoy this chapter :)

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Gracias! <3 vb123321   Chapter Thirteen

That Date Jer Promised We Could Go On

"Panera?" I asked as we approached the shop. "That's pretty romantic."

"Be grateful," Zach told me, wrinkling his nose in a cute gesture I had never seen in his old self. "I considered McDonalds."

I laughed. "I definitely would have ditched you on the spot."

"You could never ditch me," Zach scoffed, wrapping his arm around my waist and pressing his lips to the side of my head. I blushed, protesting about PDA, but I didn't really mind. The chilly Chicago wind bit at our faces and blew at my hair even though I had it tucked under a hat, but it was nothing compared to the negative temperatures of last January. February had swept in just as cold but was gradually mellowing back to normal below-freezing degrees.

We paused at the intersection before the Panera shop, waiting for the light to change. Cars and people hurried by us, each lost in their own world and their own problems, none of them giving a lone boy and girl a second glance. The clouds were heavy with snow again, and people wanted to get home.

"When does this long weekend of yours end?" asked Zach, looping his arm through mine and rubbing his gloved hands together. The cast had come off three weeks previously, much to his delight; he couldn't stop using that arm now.

"I've got till Monday night," I replied. "It's our mid-winter break."

"Good. I can show you all around Chicago." He gave me a satisfied smile, tugging at the scarf around his neck.

I glanced at him skeptically. "Are you sure? You haven't even been out of the hospital a week! The doctor told you not to strain yourself."

Zach shrugged indifferently as he watched the traffic signal. "That doctor's been giving me orders for the past month and a half. I'm through with him. Jeez, is this light ever going to turn? I swear, we've been here forever..."

Shaking my head at his stupidity, I stomped my feet against the pavement to keep them warm. "I gotta say, I didn't have you pegged as the scarf type." Reaching up, I ruffled the scarf at his throat. "It's so European. Is this one like that tie you have – should I be concerned?"

Zach rolled his eyes, smoothing it down. "Don't be dumb. Your mom sent me this scarf as a get-well present a couple weeks ago, so I kinda felt obliged to wear it. Tell her that I like it for me, will you?"

"My mom did?" I repeated, taken aback.

He flashed me a grin. "Clearly she thought I was charming."