"I don't know," I said finally.
Mira studied me for a moment. "You're in trouble, aren't you?"
"Probably."
She nodded slowly. "Well, for what it's worth, I think your mystery kisser will reveal themselves eventually. People don't usually kiss other people and then just... never mention it again."
"You'd be surprised."
"Maybe." She gathered her notes. "But if I kissed a boy I liked, I'd want him to know it was me. Especially if I had identical sisters who might get credit for my bravery."
Something about the way she said it—the slight emphasis on "I" and "him"—made me look up. Mira wasn't meeting my eyes anymore, and a faint pink had crept into her cheeks.
Oh.
Well, that complicated things further.
I checked my watch and realized I'd been sitting there for fifteen minutes. "I should go. I'm going to be late."
"Right! Your fancy employers." Mira stood up quickly, grabbing our empty cups. "Let me get those drinks for you."
