“I already told you, Ivy, you can’t come.” Brennan slung his bag over his shoulder and did his best to ignore the persistent figure trailing him across the lawn.
“Yeah, but you say that every time,” his sister said. She flicked a loose curl of auburn hair away from her face as she hurried to match his longer pace. “I didn’t think you were serious.”
“Well, I am,” he said. “You can’t come today.”
“Because I don’t want you to.”
“Oh, please, Brennan.” She rolled her eyes. “You know you can’t keep a secret from me.”