The taillights of her dad’s car blinked on. She backed out of the garage and drove down her driveway, then turned toward town and disappeared.

I jumped from the tree house, ran across her yard, and burst through her front door. Maybe I should have rung the doorbell. Possibly I was no longer welcome in her house. However, I’d never rung the doorbell when I’d come to see McGillicuddy before, so it didn’t seem right to start now, just because I was persona non grata.

Luckily I didn’t have to deal with this. Mr. McGillicuddy didn’t notice I was there. rough the glass door in the den I could see him out on the screened porch, his favorite place lately. He was reading and didn’t look up. I dashed up the stairs. With only a glance into Lori’s disaster of a room—disappointing as usual, wakeboarding posters on the walls, books strewn everywhere, no underwear in sight—I ducked into McGillicuddy’s room.

He sat at his desk, pecking on his computer keyboard. He didn’t look around at me either, but he asked, “Yes?”

“Let’s go,” I said.

“Go where?”

“On Lori’s date with Parker.”

Now he looked at me over the nerdy spectacles he wore for reading. “I wasn’t aware it was a double date. And you’re not my type.”

“Cut the bullshit and let’s go. We’ve probably lost her already. We won’t be able to chase her to Parker’s. We’ll have to intercept her at the movie and hope she was telling the truth about where she was going on this date.”

He opened his mouth.

“Bill!” I hollered. “Come on.”

He kept his mouth open and raised his eyebrows. When it became clear to me that he was not going anywhere until I let him talk, and clear to him that I was not going to interrupt him again, he finally said, “I have a date with Tammy.”

“Go over to her house later,” I said. “That’s when the good stuff happens anyway. Come on.” He sighed at me, then turned back to his computer and moved the mouse.

“What are you doing?” I asked. “Shutting it down? You don’t have to shut it down. Nobody is going to touch your computer while we’re gone. Come on.” He kept moving the mouse and tapping on the keyboard like I was not standing there breathing down his neck. “There might be a fire. I don’t want to lose my data.”

“It’s summer,” I said. “ere is no data. And there will be no fire. e only person who sets fires around here is me, and I will be gone. With you. Following Lori. Come on.”

I swear it took me another fifteen minutes to forklift him out of his freaking data center. By then Lori had picked up Parker and made it all the way to the movie theater, I hoped. It would be just my luck that now she would decide running away to Montgomery was a good idea. Or Birmingham, where Parker was from. Birmingham would be worse.

And after I extracted McGillicuddy from his room, he slowed us down even more by sticking his head out into the screened porch and telling his dad where we were going. I couldn’t hear his dad’s end of the conversation, but I could hear McGillicuddy’s. “Adam…. Why not? I didn’t stay out all night with him…. If he’s with me, he’s not with her.”

“Come on,” I grumbled under my breath.

e only reason I was able to get him through the trees, into my driveway, and into the pink truck was that he called Tammy on his cell. e second he’d ended the call with her, climbed into the passenger seat, and slammed the door of my truck, he was arguing with me again. “Why are we going on Lori’s date?”

“To make sure Parker doesn’t try anything with her.” I cranked the engine and raised my voice over the motor. “To make sure she doesn’t try anything with Parker.

When she makes a plan, she gets carried away.” I backed out of the driveway.

“Jesus, Vader, nobody’s going to give you a prize for backward racing.” McGillicuddy gripped the window frame with one hand and the edge of the seat with the other.

He didn’t relax until I’d reached the street. Apparently, speeding forward was not as frightening as speeding backward. He sighed, then said, “So basically, you’re stalking her.”

“I am not stalking her.” I insisted. “at’s where you come in. If I followed her by myself, someone who did not understand the situation and did not realize that I am so responsible—”

McGillicuddy snorted.

“—might mistake what I am doing for stalking. However, her big brother is with me. erefore we are protecting her.” Suddenly thinking I might have forgotten some equipment, I raised the lid of the console, felt around in the compartment, and came up empty. “Are you sitting on my dad’s binoculars?” He pulled them out from under him and handed them to me. I stuffed them against my thigh, where I could grab them at a moment’s notice.

“You would not believe this dream I had last night,” McGillicuddy said.

“I’ll bet I would.” I’d heard about a lot of McGillicuddy’s dreams over the years. “Try me.”

“I was being interrogated by the Gestapo.”

is was already funny. When we were kids and we played World War II, my brothers and I were the Americans, and we made McGillicuddy be the German because he was big and blond and Aryan. In fact, I used to be afraid of him, which was ridiculous because, judging from his last name, their family was Scottish.

Anyway, he made a very scary Gestapo agent. Cameron was always the American general. Sean was the cocky captain who went against orders and saved the day. I was the private infiltrating the enemy in a suicidal sneak attack. I got killed a lot. And Lori… my brothers always wanted Lori to be some sort of damsel in distress, and she always refused, and then they wouldn’t let her play, and she would stomp up to her house. I wanted to go after her. I knew what it felt like to be the odd one out. But my brothers would have died laughing at me for caring about her. Kind of like now.

Or, occasionally when Sean was feeling generous (Cameron did not have an opinion one way or another) and McGillicuddy defended her, she would get her way. She would be a member of the German Resistance, assisting me in the cause by sneaking me ammunition (in reality, sparklers). I understood that a day Sean let her play was a sparkling jewel in the sandbox of her childhood. I saw why she treasured every bit of attention that Sean gave her now. But just because I understood it didn’t mean I had to like it.

“I was tied up,” McGillicuddy said.

“Of course you were,” I said.

“And then the interrogating officer came around the corner,” he said. “Guess who it was.”

“Tammy,” I said.

“No!” he said, offended. “Natalie Portman.”

“I’m not buying it. Not when you’ve been going out with Tammy and you haven’t been banned from her.” I didn’t want to buy it. Surely to God somebody had a girlfriend and appreciated her! Otherwise all my own torture was for nothing.

He reached up and ran his thumb across the seam of the headliner, which was beginning to come loose from the roof of the truck and sag into the cab, as if it were full of water. “Tammy may have bandaged my wounds to ready me for more torture.”

I shook my head. “I hate to be the one to tell you, but real girls do not want threesomes.” Like I knew. He was the one in college.

He looked at me in horror.

I shrugged. “Sorry.” Then I asked, “Was Miss Portman wearing leather?” I was just making conversation. I could predict the answer.

“How did you know?”

“I am very sneaky.” I pulled into the movie theater parking lot, stopped my truck in a space nose-to-nose with the Beamer, and cut the engine.

e summer twilight was fading fast. e sky was pale pink behind the theater. Streetlights flickered overhead but couldn’t quite commit to glowing at full power. e parking lot was packed full of cars and pickup trucks—it was Alabama, after all—but a lot of them were still occupied. High school kids pulled up next to each other and talked through their rolled-down windows. ey held miniature tailgating parties in their trailer beds. A roving band of football players stopped at truck after truck, spreading rumors and stirring up trouble. At least, that’s what I figured. I couldn’t hear them, but I’d spent a lot of time in this parking lot.

“I can tell you’re sneaky,” McGillicuddy said sarcastically. “at’s why you parked right in front of her. I hope you wanted her to know you’re following her. And I’m warning you, I don’t think she’s going to like it.”

“I don’t care whether she likes it or not,” I lied. In reality I was trying to figure out where she’d gone. It was common for guys from my high school to say they were going to the movies with a girl. is did not necessarily mean they were going into a movie. ere was a lot to do at or around the movie without paying to sit indoors for an hour and a half in the dark while enormous heads talked at you and the explosions were few and far between. Often there was more violence outside the movie than inside. Possibly more sex. Almost certainly more shots fired.

Naturally I assumed that when Lori said she and Parker were going to the movies, she meant they were driving into the vicinity of the movie theater, parking in the lot, and showing off her new driver’s license and her dad’s Beamer to whoever drove by. That was bad enough. But she was inside the theater? In the dark? With Parker? I looked through the binoculars. The movie theater lobby was empty.

“Let me ask you something,” McGillicuddy said. “Your short-term goal here is to monitor Lori’s date with Parker. If you ruined her date with Parker, that would be okay with you too.”

“Duh.”

“And then what?”

I put the binoculars down on the window frame and turned to look at him. “What do you mean, ‘And then what?’”

“Lori’s going out with Parker because she’s trying to convince Dad to let the two of you date again. If you mess up her plan, you won’t get to date her and she’ll be mad at you.”

“What’s your point?”

“I’m trying to figure out your long-term goal. What do you expect to happen after you scare the bejeezus out of Parker and piss off Lori?”

“Long-term goal?” I mused. “I don’t have any of those.”

“Maybe you sh—”

“Vaderrrrr!” ree guys from my football team finished hanging through somebody else’s truck window and jogged over to mine. ey poked their heads into my personal space and yelled, “McGillicuddeeeee!” They reeked of beer.

“Hello.” McGillicuddy saluted them.

ey retreated through the window, thank God. “What’cha doing with the binoculars?” the left tackle asked, grabbing them. “Wouldn’t happen to have something to do with anybody’s hot mess of a blonde girlfriend going out with Parker Buchanan, would it?”

“It might,” I admitted, grabbing the binoculars back. “I need these. We’re staking her out.”

“Stalking her out.” The running back nodded.

If there was a chance in hell I would start as quarterback in the fall, I needed to get along with the running back. I said carefully, “Staking her out.”

“You’re parked as close as you can get to her daddy’s Beamer,” the punter piped up. “You’re waiting outside the movie for her. You have binoculars. Sure seems like stalking.” The punter was a know-it-all.

“I’m not stalking her,” I insisted. “I’m making sure she’s safe. Besides, how could you stalk Lori McGillicuddy? She’d see you and come out to your truck and say, ‘Hi, I’m Lori. Are you my stalker? It’s so neat to meet you! While you’re stuck here watching my every move, can I bring you anything? Sweet tea?’” The running back laughed. “I had Spanish with her last year. You sound just like her.”

“Yeah.” I sighed.

“Too bad you weren’t out here with your binoculars ten minutes ago,” the running back said. “They were standing in the lobby, and Parker had his hand up her skirt.”

e punter and the tackle backed away from the truck, doubled over with laughter. Between gasps, the tackle called to the running back, “You know that big mofo in the truck is her brother.”

“I know,” the running back said. “I’m just saying.”

I turned to McGillicuddy. He had gone very still in the passenger seat. He gave me a dark look, asking me with his eyes whether to believe this.

I didn’t know whether to believe it either.

My so-called friends were already walking away. “Reggie,” I called to the running back. “Y’all come here.” Tears streaming down their faces, slapping each other on the shoulder, they sauntered over. I’m glad somebody thought it was funny, because I sure as hell didn’t.

I grinned. “He did not,” I said, trying to sound more skeptical than I was. When Lori was trying to get Sean, she’d made out with me. Now that she was trying to get back together with me, maybe she’d asked Parker to put his hand on her ass. Why not? “Reggie, come clean with me. Did he really?” The running back held up his hand. “I swear on the Bible.”

“You don’t have a Bible.” The movie theater parking lot was definitely not the place to be carrying one around, considering what went on out here.

“Here you go, here you go.” The tackle pulled a receipt out of his pocket and handed it to the running back.