was staring—wide, unblinking green eyes—at my cousin as if she was seeing Jesus himself.
“Cool,” I said, still watching her watch him. I knew I couldn’t be rude, even though I wanted to be, so I added, “Hey, Chuck—this is Liz.”
No one had an easier face to read than my next-door neighbor. Liz’s every thought played out for the world, as if her freckles were transmitting Morse code or something.
And at that moment, she was having a million melodramatic romantic thoughts about my cousin.
Fucking awesome.
“Hey, Liz,” Charlie said, wearing a huge-ass grin as he peered at her over the fence. “I’m Charlie. Nice to meet you.”
“You too,” she said, squinting as she smiled back at him.
Fucking lovely.